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"last girl i was with told me i tasted like moldy cheetos but if thats a risk you're willin' to take.."

🍑eat fruit to make your peach taste better🍑

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@greenxscarves liked for a graffiti tracer starter

london was especially chilly this time of year, much to the artist’s dismay. the night air was especially cruel, seeping through her paint-caked tights and loose clothing with ease, chilling the girl to her bones. she’s used to it though, becoming accustomed to her home’s weather is something Lena never thought she’d do, but lo and behold, here she was. 

the smell of spray paint and back-alley garbage wasn’t the nicest haze to get caught in, but Lena endured for the piece she was currently spraying on the front of an Accounting building. 

it would be a clean tag: get in and get out before the authorities caught her, and even then it was risky. but that’s what Lena lived for nowadays. risk, that feeling of adrenaline as she shifted in and out of reality, disappearing into thin air and reappearing on the nearest rooftop. 

there’s a sound of heels clicking on the cement of the street, slowly stopping in their tracks, and Lena feels the eyes on her and her work. she doesn’t bother to turn around, though. she’s used to the attention. the person was probably some avant-garde art freak looking to make headlines with their newest revelation, or an edgy teenager trying to find meaning in her work --

but she can see a reflection in a puddle, illuminated by a street light, and lena could tell that this wasn’t her average voyeur. 

so, she turns on heel, and with a bored expression signs the universal signal for ‘i’m mute.’ 

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fine. i'll make my own juice shop -— with blackjack!! and hookers!!!

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@smugxscientific liked for a starter !

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❝ you want me to do what now? ❞  

the pearl looked expectantly, tapping the toe of her pointes against the floor in anguish. no matter how much self-conditioning it took her, no matter how many dirty looks she would receive from the aristocracy that haunted the streets of homeworld -- nothing would ever rouse her from her loudmouthed defectivity. 

but of all the things her calcite would order her to do.. this was too much for the little pearl to handle. 

the nerve! asking a servant on an endeavor like she didn’t have better ones. te absolute audacity! 

❝  ‘scuse me, miss, but don’t you have other pearls to bring with you to -- what was it? diamondbucks? ❞

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GIT OUT ME CAR!!!

im in me mums car

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Apparently, one in four people is gay.

Beats me. I hope it's Angela.

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-boops nose-

Lena chuckles, crossing her eyes as they follow Emily’s finger to the tip of her nose and back, immediately planning her revenge against the woman who dared to boop her nose and got away with it. 

Freckled arms wrap around her partner’s waist as she traps Em in one of her famous bear-hugs, determined to get her back for the blasphemy she committed against Lena Oxton’s Sacred Nose. 

“Don’t think that you can get away with that one, luv.” She giggled, nuzzling her head into Em’s perfect bosom. God, her partner was so beautiful --

“Nobody boops my nose and gets away with it without at least thirty minutes of cuddles. Square up.”

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"What's it take for a girl to get dommed into the floor here, huh?"

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my dad, who has been on twitter for 6 months and presumed dead, just texted me this

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@mobstxr​ liked for a starter !

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❝ an’ where do you think you’re goin’, luv? ❞

the girl cocked a smile, sinking to her knees before launching herself forward, feeling the rush of her own breeze cool down the sweat dripping past the seal of her goggles and into her eyes. of all the places elizabeth ashe could’ve been hiding, and it was the hottest place on earth. damn her luck, if she was going to have to throw out her RAF jacket after all of this, her target was gonna have to pay up more than just jailtime. 

❝ c’mon now! why don’t you just settle down? i just wanna talk -- ❞

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“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” 

"I-I'm not blushing!" The Brit stammered, trying to collect her thoughts as she's roused from her state of pure bliss by getting a glimpse of a rather cute girl in sweats walk by.

"I'm sunburned, is all. Yep. Really painful. Hurts to talk, even! I should ~ow~ go! Cya doc!!"

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❖ - are you okay?

"No. Never was. Not since the accident, not since Null Sector — it's all just a blur that I can't go back to. That I don't want to."

She bites the inside of her cheek, eyes fixated on the floor beneath her, "It's just not fair, luv. None of it is. But I gotta keep workin' till the end, because I'm one of the only ones left that gives a damn about making a difference."

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‘ cheeky nandos with the lads, mate. ‘

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“Hey! Quit standing behind me and staring at my hips!”

“ with all due respect, miss, there isn’t that much to look at to begin with. “ the brit chuckled, standing on the very tips of her toes to swing an arm behind the geneticist’s neck and walk like they were the best of friends and not the worst of enemies. there’s a certain spring in her step as she walks down the foreboding hallway, moira’s tall figure making it rather difficult to walk properly. 

“ tell y’what: you take me out to dinner later tonight, and we can see where this goes, yeah? “

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“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

"Now that's the spirit!" Lena cheered, dunking the contents of her own flask of spirits into the dainty little teacup sitting before her.

"But coffee?? Coffee??? I thought you were a lady with taste, Angie."

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sometimes i just wish someone would take me out.

date or sniper rifle, your choice.