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[mistermistyyy]

I think we need more Chief Medical Officers in Star Trek like Phlox. Forget curing people with lasers or tiny technobabble pills, I want more alien bat eggs or mutant leeches that cure people's cancer.

[origamiyoda]

Transparent little PS2 DMC3 save file Ladys for you. Mwah. Use as u please

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Angelina Jolie

[anonymous-leemur]

The booping paws are queer now

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[rigby-oconnell]

Time out.

A/N: First post! Hooray! This is very much inspired by the works of @reneesghostinthelivingroom Check out their page because it's amazing!

Poly!Plastics x reader

Regina gets put in a timeout for her rudeness and attitude. 

 

It's another day at Northshore High’s library, with your girls, Janis, Cady and Damien. You all were supposed to be working on homework but just talked the entire study hall period. Regina's tongue has been sharper than ever. She's been tossing insults like confetti, her attitude dialed up to ten. But when she snaps at Janis, crossing a line with a particularly snarky comment paired with a slur, it’s the final straw.

“Alright, Regina,” you say firmly, hands on your hips. “That’s enough. Timeout for you.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Seriously? What are you, my mom?”

You raise an eyebrow, completely unfazed. “Yes, and you need a break to think about your words.” You gesture towards the corner of the room. “Timeout. Now.”

Regina hesitates, looking to Gretchen and Karen for support. But Gretchen, without missing a beat, strides over and snatches Regina’s phone from her hand with surprising boldness. “Yeah,  and no phone in timeout. You need to, like, reflect,” she says in her gentle but firm way.

Regina’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Gretchen! Give that back! You guys can’t be serious.”

Gretchen shrugs apologetically, holding the phone out of reach. 

 “Sorry, Regina. Y/N’s right—you’ve been… kinda rude. Even I know not to say that.” Karen says with a look of disappointment.  

“Gina, go now,” You said pointing to a chair in the corner of the library.  

Regian gives a displeased look crossing her arms and making no effort to move. 

“5…” 

She leans back and kicks her feet up on the table 

“4…” 

She ignores you and starts to check out her nails 

“3…” 

“Don't be a brat, Gina. It's this or she punishes you later…” Karen said in her ear. 

“2…” You said staring into her eyes 

With a groan Regina reluctantly slinks over to the corner, arms crossed and pouting. Damien can barely hold back a laugh, and Janis smirks approvingly, obviously pleased to see someone else putting Regina in her place. Regina huffs, flipping her hair dramatically, but she grudgingly goes to the timeout spot and sits down with her arms crossed, glowering at you.

"Good choice," you say, trying not to laugh. She shoots dagger glares your way every so often, but without her phone to distract her, she’s forced to just sit there… and think.

After a few minutes, you walk over, arms still crossed, and look her in the eye. “Are you ready to apologize now?”

“What!” She quickly sits up “You never said anything about apologizing!”  

You cross my arms with a look daring her to challenge me. She rolls her eyes and drags her feet over towards the others. She stops by Janis, letting out a loud and dramatic sigh making her process known. “sorry…” she mumbles under her breath.  

“And???” You say behind her  

“And what.” she sasses turning back to you with an annoyed look. But she is met with a swift slap on the ass. “Ow! And I won’t say it again!” she took a seat grumbling arms crossed

“Apology accepted,” Janis said laughing. With an approving nod, you signal to Gretchen, who gives her back the phone. Regina shoots you a furious look.

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Peace and Love, Rigby🌱

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[starryeyeddreamer21]

As a polyvees shipper I am on my knees begging people to not get mad that Velvette is confirmed as a lesbian

Like I will continue to ship polyvees because they are fictional characters and they are my little dollies and I can do whatever I want with them but also canon is canon and that's not going to change so I'm scared for other people's reactions

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[elizakai]

star sans poly week day two: home

i like to think swap paps is a menace to blue and his bfs <3

(insert napstaton noises from the tv 🧏)

[boernepedia]

[ussripleysrealm]

i don't like deanlisa vs deancas discourse

let dean have his wife and husband

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[astrumaur]

M-spec Lesbian | Bi-Lesbian | Pan-Lesbian Poly-Lesbian | Omni-Lesbian | Lesboy

Bi-Lesbian requested by Anon. Figured I could make others too <2

[rigby-oconnell]

Smash Everthing.

A/N: 2 post in one week! 🥳 Regina Geroge 👑 x Reader

Summary: When Regina’s world explodes, you’re the only one who follows her into the wreckage. But love doesn’t stop her from pulling the trigger — not even when it’s pointed at you.

Tags/ Warnings: Body dysmorphia, Self-hate / insecurity, Body shaming, Emotional manipulation, Closeted relationship, Toxic dynamics, Emotional abuse, Mental health themes, Betrayal of trust, Vulnerability used against the reader.

Request are open!

To say the past few weeks had been weird would be the world’s biggest understatement.

Today, everything exploded.

Regina got kicked out of the Plastics.

Literally kicked out. Gretchen had screamed something about “ruining everything,” Karen cried the whole time, and Cady just stood there, wide-eyed and quiet like she didn’t start the entire damn thing.

And Regina—Regina just stood there and took it, face unreadable, lips twitching like she wanted to smile but couldn’t remember how.

You were the only one who followed her out of the cafeteria.

“Regina!” you called after her. She didn’t stop walking. Her heels clicked furiously against the tile, her breathing fast. You had to jog to catch up. “Reg, talk to me!”

She didn’t look at you. “They’re dead to me.”

You placed a hand gently on her arm, feeling the tension vibrating beneath her skin. “I know.”

“I’m not even mad,” she added. “Just... disappointed.”

That was a lie. You could see the rage simmering behind her eyes. 

You  could see it — the barely-contained fury pulsing just beneath the surface. Her jaw was clenched, her nostrils flaring. Regina George didn’t do “disappointed.” She did war.

But you didn’t call her out on it, instead just kept walking beside her, knowing damn well that this was the beginning of something big.

Something loud. Something mean. Something regal.

You ended up back at her place.

Regina didn’t speak much. She stormed straight to the treadmill, threw on workout clothes, and cranked the speed until it looked like she was trying to outrun her entire life.

You sat on her bed, watching her pace like a caged lioness. That’s when you noticed it.

A pile of Kalteen bars by the treadmill. 

“I let my guard down for five minutes, and she turned everyone against me. Gretchen? Karen? They’re nothing without me! And I let them treat me like I’m the problem? ME?!”

Your stomach sank.

“Regina... why are you eating those?”

She barely acknowledged you. “They help me keep my energy up.”

“They're weight-gain bars.”

Her feet faltered, just for a second. “I know what they are.” Her tone was sharp, almost desperate. “Cady gave them to me. Said they were Swedish nutrition bars. Said they’d help me lose weight.”

The realization hit you both at once.

Regina screamed, ripping a towel off the treadmill and throwing it across the room. “That bitch! I trusted her! I let her in! She lied to me! That bitch lied right to my face! And I—God, I’ve been shoving these things down my throat every morning thinking they were helping—”

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

You stood up quickly, walking to her. “Reg—”

“I swear to God, I’m going to end her,” she growled, grabbing a pillow and hurling it at the mirror.  

“Regina, it’s okay—”

“Don’t.” Her voice dropped into a venomous whisper. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some pathetic charity case.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did!” she shrieked, throwing the Kalteen bar at the wall. “You pity me. Just like the rest of them. You think I don’t know what people say about me? That I’m fat now? Washed up? A psycho bitch?” Her voice cracked. “You think I don’t see it when people look at me like I’m nothing anymore?”

Your chest tightened. “That’s not what I think. Regina, I love you.”

“No, you love the idea of me,” she snapped. “You love the queen bee. The hot, untouchable bitch on top. Not this.” She gestured at herself like she was disgusting. “Not the girl who’s gaining weight and losing control and screaming at the only person who actually gives a damn.”

“Then let me be that person!” you shouted back, stepping toward her. “Let me in! Stop pushing me away every time things get hard!”

Regina stared at you, chest heaving. Her hands balled into fists.

And then—

She broke.

“I don’t know how,” she admitted, voice raw. “I don’t know how to let anyone love me unless I’m perfect. I don’t know how to exist if I’m not the one in charge.”

You reached for her. She didn’t move, but she didn’t pull away.

“Then let’s figure it out. Together.”

For a long second, she just stood there, trembling.

Then she whispered, “I hate feeling like this.” 

“I know.”

“I want to ruin them.”

“I know.”

She looked up at you, something dangerous gleaming in her eyes, so you slowly take her hand. 

“Okay. You need to get this out. But not by destroying your mom’s house.”

She paused, panting. “Then where?”

You took her to the old baseball field behind the school.

No one ever went there after dark. The place was quiet, lit only by the flickering parking lot lamps. You handed her a metal bat you found in your car trunk.

“What’s this for?”

You pointed at a stack of long-abandoned buckets and glass bottles behind the dugout.

“Smash everything.”

She blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious.”

She grinned for the first time in days.

Regina unleashed.

Screaming, grunting, swinging that bat like a warrior queen. Bottles shattered. Buckets flew. She cursed out Gretchen. Janis. Cady. Herself.

She wanted to stay there for hours, but you knew that soon she'd tired out at the rate she was going.

And when the rage finally burned out, she dropped the bat, breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

You handed her a water bottle. She took it with trembling hands.

“Feel better?” you asked.

She nodded. “Thanks, babe.”

You offered her a tired smile. “Anytime.”

She drove you home in silence. Halfway there, you reached for her hand across the console. She took it.

When you got to your house, you didn’t want to leave. “I can stay—”

Regina shook her head. “You shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I just... need to be alone.” Her voice was quiet.

You nodded, reluctantly stepping out. She didn’t kiss you goodbye.

You stood on your porch, watching her taillights disappear.

Regina sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by glitter pens, lipstick-smudged photos, and vengeance. Her hair was in a messy bun. Her face was bare. Her eyes were sharp.

The Burn Book lay open in front of her like a loaded gun.

Y/N L/N.

She stared at it.

Her chest tightened.

You weren’t like the others. You never betrayed her. You were the one person who stayed when she came unglued.

But that was the problem.

You saw the real her. The unpretty, angry, vulnerable her. And if she was going down in flames, no one could be spared.

Not even you.

Regina clicked her pen.

~Acts chill but is desperate to be liked. Can’t take a picture without a filter because she hates her face. Pathetic.

She didn’t stop. She couldn't stop. ~Says she “doesn’t care what people think,” then cries in the dark because her body isn’t Instagram-ready.

~Wears baggy clothes to hide the fact that she hates herself. And the worst part? She thinks that makes her deep. 

Regina stared at the words. Her heart pounding. Her jaw clenched.

She remembered the night you told her that secret — whispered it while wrapped in her arms, voice shaking, eyes glassy. She remembered telling you that you were beautiful. That she didn’t see you the way you saw yourself.

She remembered how you smiled at her like she was the only person who ever made you believe it.

And now?

She had taken that secret and carved it into the page like a confession in reverse.

Because that’s what Regina George did when she was hurt — she hurt back. She used love like a blade.

She underlined your name. Twice. hard enough to nearly rip the page

The ugliest part of her screamed that she was protecting you — that if she pushed you away now, you wouldn’t be around when she blew up everything else.

Because if you ever saw this… If you ever read those words written in Regina’s own hand…

It would ruin everything.

And maybe that’s what she wanted. Or maybe it was what she was too scared to admit she didn’t.

Because the truth is Regina was scared. Scared that you loved her in spite of everything. Scared you meant it. Scared that if you stayed… she’d have to believe she was worth it.

So she did what she did best.

She attacked.

And the Burn Book smiled back.

🔥FIN.

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@gaydetectiveperson @reneesghostinthelivingroom @haileebelova @frogs00

Peace and Love, Rigby🌱

[aceinacloset]

!SL REDUX! Pride Icons

It's time.

Circus Baby's (Pansexual, Demi-Girl) She/They

Ballora (Bisexual) She/Her

Ft. Freddy (Bisexual, Demi-Boy) He/They

Bon Bon (Lesbian, Bigender) She/He

Bonnet (Bisexual) She/Her

Ft. Foxy (Pansexual, Genderfluid) He/She/They

Yenndo and LOLBIT (Queer, Non-Binary)

Ennard (The Polycule, Genderfluid) We/Us/Them

I'll do the humans soon.