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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

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i dont get offended at white people jokes even though im white because: 

i can recognize white people as a whole have systemically oppressed POC in america, which is where i live 

most people when they make white people jokes only mean the shitty white people and i am not a shitty white person 

im not a pissbaby

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You really got me out here singing the RENT soundtrack in my head huh

indeed I do, RENT is wonderful

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For the Grayson imagine Flirt the gif you used is of Ethan. Grays mole is on his chin while Ethan’s is on his cheek. I just wanted to let you know

ooops, i just searched grayson in the thing lmao, i’ll fix it. Thanks annon!

Fixed!!

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Flirt {g.d}

Word count: 769

Warnings: little dirty but nothing explicit

A/N: Based on Light My Candle from RENT

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The blackout was one of the longest in years. You found yourself alone in you home, frantically attempting to light the candle in your hand. When it wouldn't work, you gave up with a soft huff. Opening your blinds, you saw your next door neighbor's house, getting an idea. Slipping on your jacket, you stepped out the door, your candle held between your cold palms.

Knocking on the door, you wondered if this really was a good idea. You had to admit your neighbors, none other than the Dolan Twins, were attractive. You had taken a particular liking to the younger twin, Grayson, despite having never spoken to him directly. Waiting patiently, you began to wonder if they had heard you knock, rocking back on your heels, you were ready to turn and leave. Just as you were about to do so, you heard a crash, and a string of cuss words from within the house. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Grayson.

"Can I help you?" he inquired, a hesitant tone to his voice. He had been shirtless, seeming to have been asleep. He ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to tame it.

"I live next door, I was wondering if you had a light," you spoke, sweetly, holding up tour unlit candle gently.

"oh, uh, yeah. Come in, I have to look," he said, swinging the door open and gesturing you inside. As you stepped into the house, your eyes scanned the walls. Though it was dark you could still make out the outline of decor along the walls. As you followed him into the kitchen, you leaned back against the counter, candle still in hand as he shifted through the drawers. After a moment, he found a small box of matches.

"Here they are," he said, turning towards you, striking one. You held out you candle, to which he lifted the lit match to meet, the wick of the candle beginning to burn.

"Thank you," you smiled, turning you back to him as you walked out. Just before you reached the door, you gently blew out the candle, turning back to him with a frown. "it blew out."

"I have another match," he spoke, lifting the nearly empty box, striking the match and relighting he candle. "There you are," he said softly, taking another match and placing it in your hand, which you tucked into you pocket. A sly smirked crossed your lips, only to disappear when a drop of hot wax fell onto you hand.

"ow!" you said, lifting you hand from the candle.

"oh it's just the wax it's–"

"dripping....i like it between my–"

"Fingers, i figured. Oh well, uh, goodnight," he spoke, quickly cutting you off, gently leading you to the door. You just walked out the doorway when you checked your pocket, realizing what you had dropped. Your candle had blew out again, but you had barely noticed. You stepped back into the house, a near panicked expression across you face. Grayson turned to face you.

"It blew out again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"no...I think i dropped the match," you huffed, looking around the room as best you could, the candle falling to the floor.

"I had it when i walked out the door...is it on the floor?" You dropped onto your hands and knees, searching the floor.

"The floor?" Grayson asked, seeming obviously confused. You glanced back.

"They say I have the best ass...is it true?" you asked, the smirk returning to your face. "You're staring."

Grayson quickly looked away, his face going red. "Oh, no. Welll i mean you do have a nice..." he trailed off, and even in the dark you could spot the blush across his checks. "Oh!" he said, scooping something up off the floor.

"Did you find it?" you asked, seeming excited.

"No, just a candy bar wrapper," he chuckled, tucking the match from the floor into his back pocket before holding out his hand to help you off the floor. You graciously took his hand. "Cold hands," he pointed out.

"Yours too. They're big," you paused, a chuckle slipping past your lips, "like my fathers. You wanna dance?" You take his other hand, pulling him closer.

"With you?"

"No, with my father." You roll your eyes, swaying gently with him to the breath of your own song, before stopping getting closer, so you could feel his breath on your lips. A teasing smirk crossed your lips, as you draped and arm over his shoulder. You other hand reached and grabbed the match from his back pocket before you pulled away, scooping up your candle before walking out, leaving Grayson to wonder just who he wanted you to be.

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call me bi phobic or wuteva but i would never date a bisexual. theyre just gonna cheat smh

Anon, there are approximately 390 billion trees in the Amazon rainforest. These trees vary widely in species and size. The chemical reactions that occur in these trees in order to produce organic compounds and oxygen from carbon dioxide and water are complex and require a constant supply of energy to be generated by the plant. One of these 390 billion trees works hard to replace the oxygen that you breathe. Anon, I want you to find this tree deep in the Amazon rainforest and apologise to it for wasting the oxygen it works so hard to produce.

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have you ever felt yourself getting attached and you think “oh fuck, this is going to hurt”

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A toxic parent is far more damaging than an absent one.

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i finally have an actual writing i'm working on...sorry it's been so long

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Times Are Hard for Dreamers from Amélie

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Where are those woke white people at!?