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there are some internet friends where eventually you start calling them by their real name and then there’s times where its like nah son your name is crispy forever

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It’s fine because I’m actually using a secret technique called writing it in my head and nowhere else.

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hey bro sorry for getting so wet that I soaked through my boxers and started whining like a brainless dog when you shotgunned your hit into my mouth, it will happen again

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you irritate me

i irritate myself too ur not special

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It means a lot to me that when people send heart emojis, they have a specific color/style they use. And heart they choose to use seems to really reflect that persons personality and how they love.

Actually, do me a favor. Reblog this with the hearts you typically use.

💜💜💜💜

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Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

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I'm sick of internet negativity, so let's combat it: reblog this and saying something nice/pay a compliment to the prev in the tags.

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"This person has a secret onlyfans!" "This artist does NSFW commissions!" "This author writes porn on the side!" I cannot begin to tell you how swag and awesome that is.

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Am I down bad for that white haired vampire.

Maybe

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burn out

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Baby, I Can't Fight This Feeling

co-worker steve harrington x fem reader | enemies to lovers

A childhood (or maybe just downright childish) rivalry that began for reasons neither of you knew still rages between your co-worker, Steve Harrington, and yourself as adults. 

You’ve watched the rise and fall and weird somewhat rise again of King Steve, and now, you find yourselves having to share friends, work space, and god dammit if he touches your red vines one more fucking time –

A cocky attitude leads to an immature bet between your best friend, Eddie Munson, and Steve. 

One week to woo, to get her to swoon. One week to prove that Steve Harrington is back, and that his charm could work on anyone. 

Even you. 

key things to note - the warnings

Come Crashing Through Your Door

Can't Hold Out Forever

Getting Closer Than I Ever Thought

Cold, Dark Winter's Night

I'm Following You, Girl

Forgotten What I Started Fighting For

Afraid To Let It Show

Crawl Upon The Floor

Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

You may have seen a different masterlist and two chapters of this posted awhile ago! I'm reposting my masterlist and I've revamped my storyline, including the first two chapters slightly. I had a tough time with the engagement difference between the masterlist and the first two chapters posting and it cause me a major roadblock writing and confidence/joy in the story.

Now though, I've fallen back in love with the new story and I can't wait for you to read it. Any new love for it is greatly appreciated!

This is my last fic that will have a tag list.

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I don't know what top even say, the time this commission took is unholy (life happened), But I'm pretty content with the end result! commission for @hellfire--cult

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I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

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Forever my favourite Father/Son due

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piss off