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AnnaSophia Robb

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                                                  ANNIE PORTER              an aesthetic

❤ Yellow, Humming “You Are My Sunshine”, Waves Crashing on Golden Sand, Literal Sunshine, Save the Bees, Bullet Journals, Pulling All Nighters to Study, Quirky Highlighters, Sugar, Honey, “Can I Pet Your Dog?”, Laminated Paper, A Car Seat in Summer, Baby Curls, Outer Space, Sunflowers, Fruit Loops ❤

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mini-mcarthur :

Annie! Ohmygod SHHHH! He will hear you! If it makes you feel better, he wasn’t the only one there. I mean… no. That sounds like-… There was separate dreams. Separate. Not with each- I-… So there was a Danny moment and Ian and, oh gee, Cooper. Nothing happened in the dream, but I feel like I had something going with that Cole guy too. It was wild. But no, okay, no. It’s fine, like I was eighteen and he was-… Okay, but Greg was a girl and I think we should focus more on that.

“If I had to hear that, he has to hear that! Ohmygoooood, That’s even worse Jamie!!!! Stop!” -covering her ears because dear Lord- “There is something wrong with your brain, woman. How do you know you were eighteen if it was a dream? And-- Okay, yeah, Greg as a girl though, that’s... That sounds familiar, I think I had a dream where Greg was a girl. It’s a sign. I always knew he was a woman.”

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H Y S T E R I C A L    F E M A L E

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[Gradually getting louder and more high pitched] "JAMIE!!! THAT IS DISGUSTING! DON'T EVER--HOW-- WHY?!? 

No.”

Okay, I had a weird AF sex dream about [ lowers her voice ] Simon Porter. Like what the hell is that? And Jesse was part Cuban ‘cause my mom had cheated on my dad, and his name was Jamie and mine was Jessie because I was born first and now I can’t… do the things I used to. Oh my god, was this a premonition? Did I see the future? Am I psychic now?

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Annie sat alone, smacking her gum and rolling her eyes at the obnoxious conversation that happening just a bench away. Her head was probably pounding thanks to that sneaky drink or three Georgina slipped her last night and she is generally just hating life right now. “I swear to God if this girl does not shut up...”

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[So here we are on that Fateful Day, the big Return, the day the Beard Went Away. Not only was Gregory Porter First of his— Anyways, not only was Greg clean and shaven, many a previous intervention had made him realize that he had to get his act together and stop skulking around. There really was only one thing for it. He had to bite the bullet. Face the fam. The spare key had spared him so far but you know what they say… You can run, you can hide but you can’t escape the laminated baseball bat…]

… Oh my god.

Even the inside of the laptop is laminate. Everything is laminated. Who even has the time to— Stupid question. Probably should have sent at least one ‘I’m not dead’ text…

-Annie was being her typical goodie-toe-shoes self and probably studying in the dining room, generally being the best Porter child. She was pretty sure that no one was going to be going in to Greg’s laminated room anytime soon and so when she finally heard the footsteps up above her head she flew in to full, absolute panic mode, grabbed the nearest laminated baseball bat, and bolted up the stairs to scare the intruder away. The door swung open and in she went, guns a-blazing, bat a-swinging and screaming at the top of her lungs.-

“Who are you and why are you in my house?! Get out! Get out of my house!! Get out of-- of... Aaaaah!!”

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sexy–lexi:

Little sis! Long time no- Woah! -grabs her wrist before she could slap him and swiftly grabs her by the throat and holds her up against the wall- Okay, rude. Is that really anyway to welcome home your big brother? I am hurt. Hurt, Annie.

-Gasps very loudly and grabs hold of his wrist with both her hands in the hopes that he’ll let go. She’s probably trying very hard not to cry.- G-Greg, you’re hurting! Stop it! -Cue tears-

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          “i laminated                                 e v e r y t h i n g...“

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-Standing munching a cake while also holding a plate full of more cakes and half listening to Rachel. She watches as the person who she waved at awkwardly waves back-

That guys just looked so confused!

This was definitely the wrong choice.

I should have gone with the white dress, it was looser. This dress is so… tight, or maybe too black– agh, I should have asked Char– Oh, hi!

…Just kidding, I so did not know that person. Is this town multiplying?

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Ice sculptures are, like... a thing here. It’s like Schrodinger's Ice Sculpture. If there wasn’t an ice sculpture at the party, was it really a party at all?

Wow this is some party.

Wait, is that an ice sculpture? Oh my god. It is. I thought ice sculptures were just a thing really rich people did in the movies or something because it’s just pointless. But apparently not.

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-Probably eating cereal or laminating something in the far off corner of the house, Annie hears the distant voice of The Greg, drops everything and bolts to the front door. 100% convinced she’s gone insane, she almost stops in her tracks when she sees him, but then swiftly changes her mind, picks up the moment and goes in for a nice, big ol’ healthy family slap. Annie felt a new emotion that day. It was called “blind rage”. -

-barging on into the Porter home-

Surprise, motherfuckers!

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I’m totally imagining it, that’s not Greg’s voice. It’s probably just Simon playing a horrible joke. Or... I’ve cracked, maybe I’ve lost it. Maybe that’s why I laminated everything and now I have schizophrenia?

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