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okay - you can officially find me on my new and improved blog with the same name, prcttylittlethings - i believe i followed back everyone i was following, but feel free to bug me if i did not. 

i’ll be bringing some of my drafts over with me, and most of the memes to answer at some point, but after about three years on this blog, i figured it was time to start somewhere new. 

follow prcttylittlethings / last updated january 8th, 2022. 

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fake dating starters

“ it's just for one weekend. “

“ your parents hate me. you do know that, right? “

“ i'll be your date to the wedding. “

“ would you just do me this one favor? “

“ you need a date, i'm available. “

“ do you want to do this or not? “

“ this is insane, you do know that right? “ “ what else am i supposed to do? “ “ have you tried being honest? “

“ i hate your family, and your family hate me. “ “ well, i don't hate either of you. “

“ before we do anything, we should go over some ground rules. “

“ it’s one weekend. “ [beat] “ seriously? is the sight of my face really that repulsive? “

“ come on, you're my only option. “

“ you're good at this, you know. convincing me to do things that i damn well know's gonna end in disaster. “

“ just promise me one thing. “ “ what's that? “ “ don't fall in love with me. “ “ [too late]. “

“ don’t speak, or you’ll ruin everything. “

“ just smile and hold my hand. “

“ i can't believe we're doing this. “

“ this was a mistake. “ “ you're right. it was. “

“ we don't need to spend time together, okay? “

“ you kissed me last night. “ “ and you didn't stop me. “

“ i now pronounce us husband and wife. “

“ i'm so sorry. i never should have asked this of you. “

“ if anything, you should be honored. “

“ i can’t stand the sound of your voice, let alone the thought of kissing you. “

“ if i give you ten dollars, will you do it? “

“ just kiss me. “

“ hold my hand. “ “ what? “ “ just hold it. “

“ my ex won’t leave me alone, okay, i’m in desperate need of a diversion. “

“ are you fucking kidding me? you’re the one who asked me to be here. “

“ where’s my soap? “ “ i replaced it. “ “ it smells like fucking cinnamon. “ “ so? “ “ it's fucking june. “ [beat] “ where did you even get it? “

“ do i need to remind you that we're not actually married? “

“ this is my house. “ “ but… we’re married? “

“ we’ve been best friends since middle school, no one is going to believe this. “ “ everyone is going to believe this. “

“ you gon’ hire a child, too? “ “ well, that depends, do you happen to have a niece? “

“ but... there’s only one bed. “ “ take the couch. “ “ but... we're married? “ “ not behind closed doors. “

“ so i’m your -- “ “ fiancé. for the time being. “ “ that sounds like a threat. “ “ maybe it is. “

“ kisses aren’t necessary. we can stick to hugs and hand holding. “

“ would you pretend to be my date? “

“ tonight... maybe we don't have to pretend. “

“ what i’m about to ask you might be a little… inappropriate. “

“ do you think we should practice [kissing]? “ “ sure... “

“ if you want to ask me out on a date, ask me out on a date. no need to orchestra a whole ass fake marriage just because you're too much of a wimp to admit what you want. “

“ i want you to marry me. for real, this time. “

“ you feel it too, don’t you? “

“ this thing we’ve got going on, it’s so much more than it ever used to be. “

“ i want us to be exclusive. no more lies, no more pretending... “

“ tell me this is real. tell me i’m not the only one who felt something that night. “

“ when this is all over, i don’t want us to go our separate ways. “

“ i don’t want this to end. i don’t. “

“ it's the most real thing thing i’ve felt in my life. “

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Send 📱 for five texts my muse didn't send yours, and one that they did

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mun ask meme!

How long have you been RPing?

If not on tumblr, where did you start RPing?

Who was your first FC?

Who’s your most used FC?

Have you ever created/admined a group?

What’s your favorite genre of RP?

Bio RPs, Skeleton RPs, or Appless RPs?

Tell me about the first group you ever joined

Tell me about your favorite group you ever joined

Tell me about the first character you ever played

Tell me about your favorite character you ever played

Do you prefer playing canon characters or OCs?

What character archetypes do you typically go for?

Do you like to find personality types for each character you play? (Hogwarts house, MBTI, moral alignment, etc.)

Do you prefer group RPs or indie RPs?

What usually draws you in when it comes to group RPs?

Name an FC you wish people used more

Name an overused FC that you still love to see

What’s an old RP trend that you miss?

What’s an old RP trend that you DON’T miss?

What’s a controversial opinion you have regarding RPing?

Do you have any RP horror stories you’d be willing to share?

Has an FC ever been “ruined” for you because of another player?

Have you ever met someone IRL from RPing?

Have you ever TRAVELED to meet someone IRL from RPing?

What’s the latest at night you can recall staying up til due to RPing?

Have you ever called out of school/work to RP?

Have you ever RP’d AT school/work?

What’s your favorite part about RPing?

Selfie of the mun?

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listen; when I say give me a toxic pairing I don’t mean ‘he’ll be mean and she’ll be sad about it’. I mean ‘he’ll be mean and she’ll set his fucking car on fire’ but ppl aren’t ready for that idk

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if tumblr shadow banned me i’m gonna be so pissed

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mctionsick​:

Scout didn’t even realize she developed feelings for Blake until she was in the thick of it.  At first the other girl was just another stop, but before long she was looking forward to hearing from Blake.  Then before Scout knew it she was throwing in free goodies from her own stash and bringing by snacks that Blake mentioned she liked along with whatever she bought.  Scout let out a surprised chuckle when Blake referred to her as out of her league.  “I’m your drug dealer I’m not exactly a prize catch.”  It’s a joke mostly, Scout had a healthy self esteem.  She might not be for everybody but she had her good qualities.  “Yeah, I do– the crush on you I mean, not the fever.”

“You’re definitely a prize catch,” Blake replied immediately, the words tumbling out before she realized they were even there. She snapped her mouth closed, blushing vibrantly as she stumbled over some sort of explanation - “I mean, you’re smart and wicked funny and hot as well and who wouldn’t - “ she stopped again, pressing a hand to her forehead as if she could just turn back time and stop talking completely before she made an even bigger moron of herself. “You’re like, the person I have the most fun with, is all,” she finally admits, shrugging her shoulder. “I just don’t wanna like, lose that. I mean the weed is - whatever. I can find someone else. But I don’t wanna lose you.” 

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distantxdaydreams​: 

Brady wasn’t expecting this little show from her, but he can’t say he’s surprised. She’s always been a whirlwind of a woman - in fact, that’s one of the things he loves most about her. His breath catches in his throat, and he lets out a groan as he realizes what she’s doing. He takes note of the way she’s teasing him, but he doesn’t act out - not yet. He knows he went about things all wrong and he knows that he deserves the little teasing show happening before his eyes. There’s a little growl that escapes him as his hands move to her hips. He’s cautious and careful, but eventually he’s tugging her hand out of her jeans and instead he’s dipping his own hand underneath the fabric, slipping between her thighs to resume her actions with his own touch. “You don’t gotta wish anymore, baby.” He breaths out, enjoying the slick warmth he finds there between her thighs. “I’m never going anywhere again.”

She sighs happily when his fingers replace hers, letting her palms rest on his chest as she rocks her hips lightly against the counter. There’s not a lot of room - not with her jeans on, not with all her clothes on - but there’s something hotter about the teasing that’s making her enjoy it all the more. “Spent so many nights,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against his throat, “thinking about your cock,” she squeezes herself tighter around his fingers, so he can know exactly where she thought about it, “about how good you made me feel. Worried that you’d never get to make me come again.” 

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mctionsick​:

Paxton chews his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to hold back any tears threatening to spill.  He was very much the person to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but he knew once that faucet started it would be hard to turn off.  Part of him always knew opportunity could call to Parker across the country or even across the world, but he had grown comfortable in their relationship.  Two busy people with their own set of priorities, but they continued to make it work because it was important to them both.  Pax uses the close proximity between them both to place a kiss to her forehead.  “I don’t think I’m ever going to strike gold like this twice.  There’s nobody like you.” 

She couldn’t help the tears that fell now; Paxton was too good for her, she knew that all along. But she’d cared - loved him so much, and it was wrong to hold his heart when she didn’t know when she’d even be in the same town as him again. Her own heart was breaking in her chest and she knew it was wrong, but she buried herself in his just to feel the warmth of his embrace. “I wish there was another way,” she said quietly, sniffling a little. “I wish you could both come with me, or that I wanted a boring stationary job. I wish I didn’t have to leave you behind.” 

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lilacwiine​:

@prcttylittlethings​ sent “you’re not wearing any underwear.” for fallon.

normally the dresses that fallon wore were loose, swing-style types. the kind with enough fabric to drape around her thighs instead of clinging to them. the one she had on tonight was the complete opposite. it was tight. not uncomfortably so but it clung to her everywhere. it was shorter than she’d normally go for too, the kind where she felt like she had to keep pulling it down at the back even when she really didn’t. maybe she was just paranoid. maybe she just felt a little silly because she’d gone to all this effort… and the fact she’d been caught out. that definitely didn’t help. “so?” her cheeks flushed warm and she shrugged, fingertips idly pulling at the bottom of the dress to ensure it was still down. which, of course, it was. “don’t i look… good?” 

maya didn’t need to check to know why fallon was so nervous - she had to admit, she was surprised but appreciative that the other was daring to try something new. this party was supposed to be just another boring bash in a long line of boring work parties, but maya always knew how to shake things up, make them interesting for them both. “you look very good,” she responded, not so subtly licking her lips as she raked her eyes up and down her body. “it’s almost a shame i can’t make you dress up like this with me more often. think of all the fun we could have, tormenting those poor little boys who think they stand a chance - little do they know, it’s my bed you’ll be crawling into tonight.” 

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mctionsick​:

Missy swallows thickly, somehow being seen for what she is was more terrifying than being underestimated.  At least then she felt like she still had the upper hand or a series of tricks up her sleeve.  Normally hunting serial killers wasn’t exactly her mode of operating.  Missy’s focus was generally on dirty cops, those that made the system more difficult.  She thought of herself as unclogging the drain… but turns out she had her work cut out for her.  She was so overwhelmed by the road ahead she decided to take a little side quest which is exactly how she came across Gemma.  She turned her obsessive need for justice onto the blonde who was not what she was expecting at all.  

“Your side?”  She questions, her voice twisting in confusion.  “What is your side exactly?  Chaos?” 

“Sometimes,” Gemma shrugged, idly coming to a stop in front of Missy. “But not usually. Believe it or not, everyone I’ve hurt had it coming to them.” It was the one thing she was sure Missy might understand - sometimes the system sucked. But Gemma was a part of it, really, the pretty blonde with money and a father in Hollywood. She just happened to don wigs and travel the country and sometimes, when she was bored, infect a town with violence and mayhem. “I wouldn’t call what I do ‘self defense’ or ‘vigilantism’ by any means, but no one I ever hurt wasn’t doing something worse than me. I was just their justice that they had to face. And isn’t that what you do?” 

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texts ♡ dallas & parker.

DALLAS: u got a point there. i'd love to have a fraction of that sting money!

DALLAS: good question

DALLAS: [insert baseball schedule here]

DALLAS: how does it look? do i get to see u anytime soon?

PARKER: If we had the Sting money, maybe I could finally make prima ballerina instead of being relegated to the background still.

PARKER: Chicago, next weekend. Which sounds like fun. I've never been there before - we're there from Thursday til Monday, though, so I can come see your game Thursday night.

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mctionsick​:

Rudy’s heart breaks for Charlotte and her student.  He knew there was nothing he could do to fix it and that Charlotte was just looking to blow off some steam (he often found himself in the art wing when he needed to do the same).  Rudy reaches into a drawer of his desk where he keeps all the various gift cards given to him by staff and parents around the holidays and such.  Usually he gave them to students that were struggling and just needed a hot meal, but maybe a couple drinks at a chain restaurant will dull the pain a little.  “How about we hit up happy hour?  We can shit talk the district over appetizers and a couple margs.  What do you say?  Chili’s or Buffalo Wild Wings?”

Charlotte’s lips twisted into a smile as she plucked the Chili’s gift card from his hand, already thinking about the margarita she could get. Drinking on a school night wasn’t the smartest idea, but one of the perks to being an art teacher was that she was already a little more eccentric with her lessons than most of the other teachers in school. “I want lots of appetizers,” she said, tossing him his jacket with an ease that had come with time. Once, they’d been the newbies in school - bonding over being the odd ones out from such an established building - and now they could practically move in sync with one another. “And I don’t plan on sharing, so you better get your own. I will, however, pay for the first round of drinks if you promise not to cut me off tonight.” 

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distantxdaydreams​:

@prcttylittlethings sent 6c for zelda + i picked harvey

Harvey should have been surprised that they ended up this way again… But he wasn’t. No matter how hard he tried to stay away from Zelda… It turned out he just couldn’t. He’d tried to break things off and it didn’t work the first time, or the second, or the third. (The third being this time right now). He’d invited her over (first mistake) since his wife was out of town (second mistake), and he really did try to make her see that they couldn’t do this anymore. However, one thing lead to another and before he knew it his hands were tugging her dress off and his strong arms carried her upstairs to bed. Clothes shed piece by piece until he was laying her back against the mattress. And now? His hips were thrusting against hers, her legs hooked over her shoulders as his lips pressed her hers in a heated kiss. He didn’t speak, not a damn word, no, not now. And instead? He just focused on the way his body moved against hers.

Zelda knew he would give in; for one, she always got her way, and what she wanted right now was Harvey. She didn’t need him to leave his wife or promise her the world - just a good, hard fuck now and again when she was needy and the promise of a few hours of undivided attention. She loved being the other woman - flourished in it, really, in the knowledge that he and his wife shared this bed, that the sheets her fingers were wrapped up in as she moaned were the ones his wife had chosen. Because it was her he chose right now - her cunt squeezing tight around him, her legs in the air as she spread her legs further for him - “so good,” she purred, her fingers cupping his face to pull him closer, to kiss him deeper, her tongue sweeping over his as she arched her back into him. “You make me feel so, so good baby.” 

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texts ♡ dallas & parker.

DALLAS: yeah i was convinced i knew all the words to brand new day bc my mom listened to it all the time. i don't even think sting knows all the words to that song.

DALLAS: are you kidding? i hardly know how to have fun without u!

PARKER: I don't know if Sting knows the words to /any/ of his songs. Does he even need to? He's richer than God.

PARKER: I mean, that video clearly shows otherwise, but I'm glad. What are the chances baseball and ballet overlap in a city anytime soon? I could use a night out of fun.

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lilacwiine​:

“does the fact it’s me not make this all a little more appealing?” he was teasing, of course. carson made his way up the little steps before olivia could change her mind, offering out the drink and dropping himself into the little couch. their trailers were hardly kitted out to the nines but they were modest and a space to be when they weren’t shooting, so he couldn’t complain. considering the show hadn’t aired or anything, having a slightly more conservative budget for things like this made sense. “what are you doing? would now not have been a good time to try for that nap, or could you just not sleep?” he asked, abandoning his reasoning for turning up for the moment. 

“i just couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, curling her feet underneath herself as she sat next to him on her shabby couch. soon, she was sure, there would be upgrades - if things went the way they were all clearly hoping for - but she was pretty sure she’d keep this couch. it was warm, and worn in, and somehow made her feel safe when nothing else in this surreal dream of a life did. “i tried taking a nap, but my brain wouldn’t stop - i was running through lines, or rehearsing for interviews, or practicing my french. finally i gave up and just started going through my script and jotting notes again.” she scrunched her nose, grateful for the small jolt of caffeine he’d brought for her. “now come on,” she said, poking at him with her foot with a smile, “tell me the gossip before my brain starts running too much again.”