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I FOUND A NEW OUTSIDERS FRIEND😛😛

we should totally be friends. :3 😛

YESS

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When the world needed him most, HE RETURNED!!

YESSS, AND IM BACK TO POSTING MORE BANGERSSSSS😛😛😛

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Sometimes All We Need Is A Helping Hand

Paring: Sodapop Curtis x reader (M4A)

Summary: You’re struggling with fitting in at school, so you ask your favorite Curtis brother for help.

CW: None

SFW/NSFW

Word count: 2.1k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s note: Take this as yet another apology for my very long absence. Also, I’m currently working on a series for you guys so stay tuned!!

You didn’t fit in the crowd at school. Everyone bullied you, all because you were the “nerd” and liked things like science and chemistry. You even enjoyed reading, like Pony does. Thats one of the main reasons you guys got along so well. He read ‘Gone With The Wind’ to you, and you read some of the pages to him as well.

School started like any other day, you walked through the halls with your head down, not daring to look up. You wanted to make yourself as small as possible, and pray that nobody will see you. But of course, it didn’t work. Darren, one of the biggest bullies there is, (of course he is, his name is Darren for crying out loud), nudged you into a wall. You let out a yelp in pain as your shoulder impacted the hard wall. You winched and rubbed your shoulder a bit, while Darren and his gang of lackeys laughed and high five each other. You watched as they did so, which landed you to become angry, but you couldn’t do anything about it. You were weak and you knew it.

Lunch eventually rolled around. You were relived. Finally, a moment away from those morons, or so you thought. As you walking to your locker to grab your lunch bag, a girl tapped your shoulder. You flinched and turned around sharply, she jolted back at your reaction, and you immediately caught yourself, straightening up right away

“Whoa hey, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She said with a smile. She was a blonde, and not your typical blonde, her blonde was light, almost a white color, her eyes were hazel and she had these precious cheek bones, and a beautiful smile. Oh yeah, she was pretty alright.

“It’s fine.” You said while looking down, holding your books to your chest.

“I heard you eat lunch alone.”

“Yeah, I don’t like the cafeteria. Too much noise.” That was only half true. While yes, you didn’t like the cafeteria because it was too loud for you likely. But the main reason was because Darren was there. And he sat at the same table, every day, no matter what. And you didn’t want him to see you.

“I get that. Would you maybe want to have lunch with me outside?” She gestured towards the doors that lead to some benches by the cafe. You couldn’t deny her, her smile mixed with her tone was enough to convince anyone. You betted that she could get a free drink from the bar when she gets older. You both walked to your locker to get your lunch bag, then you made your way outside to the benches. The sun was out, but it wasn’t hot, it was the right temperature. Partly cloudy with a chance of afternoon showers. Perfect. You opened your bag and began to take out your sandwich and digging in.

“So, what’s your story?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

“Hm?” You hummed, your mouth full of your sandwich.

“Oh, where are my manners. I completely forgot to introduce myself. I’m Ava.” She said, placing a hand on her heart.

“And you’re the “nerd” everyone talks about, right?” She did air quotes with her fingers as she said, “nerd.”

You didn’t like the word “nerd.” Although it did suit you, you felt off about being called that. You weren’t that smart, you practically had the same IQ as everyone else. You just took a liking to different things and that’s okay.

“I guess…” You trailed off while swallowing the last few bites of your sandwich. She sighed and got closer to you, placing her hands on yours.

“Listen, I know how Darren treats you, and it’s not fair! You don’t deserve it.” Her eyes met yours, and they stayed there. She wanted you know that she meant every word she just said. You nodded and smiled.

“Yeah…I don’t know. Darren’s been bullying me for like a year now. I’m kind of used to it.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she said sharply, “you should stick up for yourself. Put him in his place.” Ava didn’t move, she didn’t want to. Her hands stayed on yours, her eyes still staring into yours, and she smiled again.

“You have really pretty eyes, by the way.” The way she said it sounded like she was trying to seduce you, but in a more friendly way.

After lunch, the last class periods resumed. The bell rung and school let out for the day. Kids flooded the halls to get to their lockers and to the buses and such. You went to yours and packed the stuff you needed for homework and closed it. You walked outside, now the sun was out and hotter than before. You squinted your eyes due to the bright light and began to walk down the path to the student parking where your car was. Then, you heard a shout from across the parking lot.

“Hey nerd!” Darren. Of course it was Darren. Do I make a run for it? You thought. Will I have time to get to my car? You kept thinking. But it was too late. Darren was already striding towards you and he looked mad. Really mad.

“Hey fucker,” he shoved you against a car and pinned you there, “you were with my girl a lunch time, huh? Trying to take her from me? Well guess what, she ain’t going with a grease like you. So you best stay away, or things won’t be pretty.” You felt Darren’s hot breath on yours. Girl? Who? Then it clicked. Ava. Ava is Darren’s girlfriend. No wonder she was so nice to you.

“Listen man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend, okay? She came up to me first.”

“You’re a fucking liar. Why would my girl walk up to a grease like you?”

“I don’t know man, ask her.”

“Fine. I will.” He let you go and stormed off.

“Ava!” He shouted across the parking lot. You didn’t want to stay anymore. You ran to your car, got in, started it, and drove off.

You arrived shortly after to the Curtis household, since that’s where you mostly stayed after school and in general. You parked your car in the driveway and got out. You could hear distinct chatter coming from inside. They must be watching a movie or something, you thought. You pushed open the door and saw Pony, Darrel, and Soda all watching a movie, with blankets and popcorn everywhere.

“Y/N!” Ponyboy squealed, he practically jumped up and hugged you tightly.

“Hey Y/N.” Said Soda casually.

“Hey Y/N, how was school.” You dropped your head a little at the word ‘school.’ You didn’t want to think about that horrible place.

“It was fine.” You replied as Ponyboy backed away to look at you.

“You don’t seem fine. Are you sick?”

“What? No. I’m not sick.”

“Then why are you fidgeting?” You hadn’t realized your hand shaking. Fuck.

You excused yourself to the bathroom and splashed cold water on your face. Calm down, Y/N. You’re home, you’re fine. You thought to yourself. You kept splashing your face in cold water. It actually helped with your nerves. You left the bathroom and sat in the armchair with the rest of them.

“You sure you’re okay?” Asked Darry.

“I’m fine, I just…I rather not talk about school when I first get home, okay?” You were seventeen, so school was a lot more stressful for you. But you knew that wasn’t why you didn’t want to talk about your day. You knew exactly why. Your eyes darted to Ponyboy who look really worried about you. You got up from your chair and sat down next to him on the floor.

“I’m alright, kid. Don’t worry about me.” You said soothingly as you ruffled his hair.

You looked up and saw Soda eyeing you. He had always been one to know when someone’s lying or concealing their feelings. There was no point in hiding how you felt when it came to Soda, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You didn’t know how to tell him that you get jumped by the same Soc almost every single day. You didn’t know how to tell him that you felt like a failure. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t stand up for yourself. You felt weak, dumb, wrong. So you looked away and tried to focus your attention on something else that wasn’t school or your bottled up feelings. Until finally, Soda spoke,

“What really happened at school, Y/N? You don’t have to hide it from us. We’re here for you.”

“Nothing happened, okay?”

“Y/N…we care for you. We just want to make sure everything’s okay.” You started to cry. They cracked right through you. Of course they did. The gang always knew how to get you crack. Soda was the first to reach you. He gave you a hug, a tight and caring hug that you so desperately needed.

“Everything’s going to be okay, Y/N.” He said softly against your shoulder. Soda was always there for you, he wanted you to know that he was. One time, you were skateboarding, and you slammed right into a pole. You passed out, but later everyone told you that Soda was there first and he practically begged the medics if he could come to the hospital with you. He loved you in more ways than one.

Soda led you into his and Ponyboy’s room, he sat you down on the bed and wipes the tears from your eyes.

“Hey, you too pretty to be crying.” He smiled and you did the same.

“Soda…”

“Hm?”

“How do I fit in?”

“Why would you want to?”

“Everyone calls me a nerd…and says things about me.”

“Everyone will have their opinions of ya, you just gotta be better than them, you know? So what if they call you names? I say they admire you from afar if they are calling you names.” He stroked your hair, he knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. You smiled and playfully punched his chest.

“I guess so.”

“I know so.”

His face was extremely close to yours. You could even smell the faint scent of his cologne, and the warm feeling of his breath hit your face. You blushed from the closeness.

“Can I ask you a question?” He said.

“Sure.” You replied.

“What do you think the purpose of life is?” You jerked back a little, but not too much as to where he noticed. Soda never talked like that, it was strange for you to hear him say that. You gave him a look that said: ‘Are you okay?’ He smiled and dropped his head a little then met your eyes again.

“I’m fine, it’s just a question.”

“Well…” You started, “I think the purpose of life to find what you love most, and maybe have a partner or spouse down the road.”

“Do you think that path suits me?”

“I think it suits everyone, Soda.” You pulled a piece of strand of hair from his bangs, which effortlessly fell right back to his forehead. He moved in closer and said,

“What if…” He interlaced your hands together, “what if our paths collide? And we become partners?” Your heart raced. What was going on with Soda? He never acted like this before.

“Soda…” Was all you could say, before he leaned in and kissed you right on the lips. Shocked, your eyes stayed wide for a moment, then closed, and you melted into the kiss.

He kept kissing you, letting you know that he’s desired this moment from the start. From the very moment you moved in with them. He only backed away when you placed your hands on his hips. He looked at you, face red and flushed. He was happy. Really happy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, it’s okay! I just- I don’t want Ponyboy to walk in.” Half true. Yes, you didn’t want Pony to walk in and see you two kissing on the bed, you also didn’t know what Soda’s intentions were. You know that Soda wouldn’t do anything without your consent, he wouldn’t you, never. But you could never be too sure.

“Did you like it?” He asked with a half smile.

“Loved it.” You replied, smiling from ear to ear. You’ve had a crush on Soda for a long time now, that kiss was what you really wanted and needed. And you can’t wait to see how far you both go.

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NO BECAUSE WHY HAVE I BEEN TAKING SO MANY BREAKS?!!!😭😭😭

MY WHOLE TUMBLR PAGE IS FULL OF ME TAKING BREAKS MAN😭😭😭

it’s okay chat, ima lock in this summer, trust. :33

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I know where u go to school

so…. uhh… anyways!!!😛😛

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WAIT GUYS IM ALIVE I PROMISE. STOPPPP.

i promise i haven’t been avoiding, I just don’t know what to post. And I’ve also been struggling with mental health recently so, i’ve been trying to cope with stuff

ALSO I RECENTLY GOT INTO THE OUTSIDERS!!! so please, Outsiders fans, hmu😚😚

no seriously, bc i have like no Outsiders people.

anyways, i’m back!!

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Price of FamePT3

(Author’s note: if you haven’t read part 1 & 2, they’re linked right here!!)

Price of Fame

Price of Fame PT2

My march continues until I reach my boss’ office. This time, I don’t huff, or second guess, I go straight in. Because now, I have something to back it up with.

“I was expecting you.” He says with his usual accent. He doesn’t meet my gaze due to him doing paperwork. I watch as his pen flicks off and on the paper, the way his other hand is pressed firmly against the bottom left side of the paper. I can even see the look in his eyes through his glasses. I always thought he looked nerdy with them on.

“Any info?” I ask, crossing my arms.

“Here.” He throws a yellow folder on his desk. I walk over and pick it up, opening it and looking it over,

“Dwayne Franco?”

“He’s been known to steal valuables from us. I bet you he’s the mastermind behind the whole cargo crisis, which I’m still trying to figure out by the way.” He says, as if loading all of this onto me will make me understand how stressful his job is.

“Yeah, I get it, you’re a busy man.” I say with a hint of sarcasm. He raises a brow at me, not out of sternness, but shock. I can tell.

“Well, I’m going to go now.” I turn on my heel, folded in hand, and leave the office.

I find my “partner” again on the rooftop. I tap his shoulder, and instead of him being reluctant, he spins around immediately, practically snatching the folder from my hands. He feels the texture of it first before opening it and analyzing the photo. I turn my head and look at the city lights, admiring them. They’ve always brought me a sort of comfort and security. I look back at my “partner”, seeing he’s still looking at the photo. Without thinking, I decide to speak.

“What? You recognize him?”

“We can’t go after him.” He states, his voice is shaking and unusual.

“What? Why?”

“Because he doesn’t work alone.”

“Well duh, what kind of dude who steals valuables from a Mafia would work alone?”

“No. You don’t get it. He doesn’t just do this business with a team. He works with the Rival Mafia.” The mention of the Rival Mafia makes chills crawl up my spine.

“What?” I say in a whisper, he nods along, his face looks different. He doesn’t look so infuriated, instead he looks…scared. And so do I.

“So…what can we do?”

“I highly doubt boss knows that the guy we are suppose to kill, is also part of the Rival Mafia. We should tell him and get some feedback. After all, Boss is the best person to go to for this kind of stuff.”

“Do you WANT to give him a heart attack? He will FAINT at the mention of the them.”

“Is it in your nature to underestimate everyone?” I take a moment to pause, to

pretend think to feed his ego.

“Maybe.”

“It shows. Come on.”

Shadow leads me to the Boss’ office (again). At this point, I know how many bricks and slabs are on the walls the amount of times I’ve been in here.

“Boss, we have a problem.” Shadow leads.

“Oh? And that is?”

“This guy…is part of the Rival Mafia.” Boss’ expression falter in seconds. His eyes become dark and filled with nothing but anger and rage. He slowly rises from his seat and walks over to me and Shadow, his expression more intense of close.

“I really hope what you’re saying is not a joke, because I do not take kindly to jokes.” Boss cocks his head at me, as if referencing towards me. I plead the fifth.

“No. Not a joke. I-“ Shadow stops himself, “we know for a fact.”

“How?” Good question. I didn’t even think to ask Shadow how he knew.

“Because…I used to work for them.” Wow. Did not expect that one. Well, maybe I sort of kind of did. But not like this.

“You…”

“I don’t have any ties with them, I swear!”

“I will trust your words…for now. But if I have any sort of reason to suspect you, you will be placed on high surveillance. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, tell me more about the Rival Mafia.”

“Well…they like to steal, for one. They also have a new weapon they are still making. It’s called, “The Prototype” it’s suppose to immediately kill enemies upon contact.”

“A weapon that could kill immediately…” Boss clicks his tongue, as if praising the idea.

“They have the best forces in the entire country. But they have a weakness.”

“Oh?”

“They lack tactical and stealth training. If we attack them from this standpoint, we could have an advantage over them.” Shadow stops himself, I can almost hear the tears brewing inside him just from his words.

“You’ve said enough. I will have time to ponder on this, you two may leave.”

As we leave, I can see Shadow shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face as he tries to calm down. I can’t help but feel guilt and worry.

“Hey, come here, take my hands.” I place his hands in mine and begin to do some breathing exercises. His sobs become more uncontrollable, I can tell he’s trying.

“Shh, it’s alright. I’m here. Just breathe.” He gives me a half smile in between his sobs, I can tell it’s been a long time since someone has said that. Furthermore, it’s probably been a while since someone was even there for him. Poor guy. And I thought he was emo. He’s just misunderstood. Soon, he calms down enough to say a quick thank you, before hugging me. I return the hug and slowly begin to rub his back up and down. That place must’ve really fucked with him. I can’t imagine what he went through.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now. You will always be safe around me. Always.”

(Author’s note: HELLO EVERYONE!! This is a revamp of “Price of Fame” i really did NOT like that writing, because it was so just… not my writing style. IVE ✨CHANGED✨ so yeah, Shadow is the new name now. So yeah, enjoy this revamp:333, also, might be changing the title:333)

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ASHTON, MY BELOVED!!

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, LMAO!!!

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Ashton’s Touch

Paring: Ashton x male reader

Summary: You’re feeling pretty deep inside your thoughts, thinking of taking your own life. Until your favorite demon appears to give you affection.

CW/TW: Mentions of self harm, suicidal tendencies, attempted suicide

Word count: 1.17k

Requested: yes/no

Author’s note: Take this as an apology I’ve been gone so long☺️, I’ll explain more after this fic. Also, Ashton is a character I made as a comfort character, because I do have some suicidal thoughts, so yeah. And let me know if you guys want me to make a fem version and any other ones :)

Summer of 2024

There’s a breeze the evening day blows through the air, and I’m high above the ground. The sun in the perfect spot, as the sky casts a beautiful mixture of purple and orange. Almost casting a light on my dark decisions, my organs feel like they fail every day, it’s getting harder to wake up in the morning, I don’t see color anymore, not like I used to, everything has been black and white, like I’m mono now. But somehow, someway, I’m able to see the colors of the sky. In a way, it affects me, in a way, it makes me feel something…warm. I’m afraid of that feeling now. I don’t like physical touch anymore. I don’t like anything I used to have interest in. I’m a cold being, walking around in a warm life. I wonder how I still live.

I look down at the world below me, the cars pass by my building, having no clue someone is on the rooftop contemplating life. Almost like my family, once I decided to date a man, they left. All by myself. Disowned. Disappointed. Once that happened, my only light was gone. I wondered what I did that was so wrong expect express myself. I look down at my scars on my arms, seeing the fresh blood creep out at them. I can’t even cry. I’m emotionless. I wasn’t always like this. I would cry over almost anything. And I mean anything. Something sad on the news? I would cry. An animal died? Cried. A random stranger crying? I would most definitely cry. But now, things have changed. And not for the better.

Without much emotion, I take out my blade from my pocket, I always carrying this thing. Sometimes, I like to hide it in hoodie pocket and slowly hack at my wrist from the inside. It’s a coping mechanism that, for some reason, feels good to do. I start to make slow cuts around my wrist, before going deeper. I don’t express any pain, only letting out a grunt as I continue,

“You know that’s bad for you, right?” A voice says behind me, startled, I quickly put my blade away, and try to hide my arms as much as possible, but due to my short sleeved shirt, it’s near impossible. So I just tuck them in my pockets. I turn around and meet the face of this voice, only to realize it’s Ashton. The demon that got summoned by my brother,

“What do you want?” I say, turning back around and leaning against the railing, the breeze starting to come back,

“You know, for someone with lighting powers and can basically control the weather, you sure are one depressed alien.” He says, making his way towards me. His signature all black outfit coming more into view, before he’s right next to me, mirroring my posture,

“You see out there,” he points with his finger, “there’s so much we could do right now, yet, you wanna stay up here and play princess.” I stay quiet, my hands clasped close together, not moving an inch.

“We could be out there…fucking some bitches right now, but here you are acting like Darth Vader.”

“Enough, Ashton.”

“What? I’m just being honest.”

“You’re being annoying.” His face gets really close to mine, his hand snakes behind my back, like he’s drawing me in for a kiss, but stops right at my lips. I can feel his breath on mine.

“You’re acting like you want to be one of those girls.” He says with a snarky tone. I back away quickly before he can take notice of my blushing face, but it’s already too late, he’s a demon, there’s no point in hiding it.

“You know, I really REALLY hate you.”

“And I really REALLY love you.” I sigh again, he’s impossible.

We make it back inside my penthouse, somehow, Ashton convinced me to come inside, even though I really wanted to end it right then and there.

“Hungry?” He says,

“What?”

“I said, are you hungry?” It’s been so long since I had someone even mention if I was hungry or not. I shift my weight on the couch, looking out the window, the night almost upon us.

“You haven’t been eating, have you?” I don’t answer, hoping he’ll just drop it.

“You haven’t changed.” With a snap of his fingers, there’s instantly food in the fridge, I shift my weight again and look over,

“What the hell!?” I exclaim,

“What?”

“How did you-“

“I’m a demon, babe. I can do anything.” He smirks at me, inching his face closer to me again, gosh, I hate when he does this. It’s making me feel something I haven’t felt in forever, and now I hate this feeling. A feeling, that I once loved, that I once cherished, turned into pure hatred.

I back away, as if saying no to the feeling. My eyes are glued to the counter in front of me, I try not to meet his eyes, but they dart every so often. His gaze is so intoxicating, it makes me feel…warm. I don’t like warm feelings anymore. I want this to stop.

“If you’re not going to eat, at least drink some water for me. Please?” The way his face turns sad, yet caring makes my heart hurt and ache. I don’t like it. But I want to experience more of it. Maybe, there’s a part in me, deep down, that wants the happy me again.

“Come on, drink up.” He says, his voice laced with worry, and even love. I can’t help but take a sip of the water. The feeling of it in my mouth tasting bitter and what I can only describe as ugly.

“It tastes weird in your mouth, doesn’t it? That’s bad. A telltale sign that you haven’t been drinking water or eating anything.” His voice sounds more stern than it did before. Who knew a demon who was summoned by my brother would be so caring and gentle towards me. I nod my head at his words, then, he sits next to me again, and brings his face close to me once more, this time, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, looking at me, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Without thinking, I move myself closer and peck his lips. I pull away slowly, only for him to pull me back in for a second kiss, I kiss him fully this time, our tongues dancing with each other, my blush starts to creep back up to my cheeks, my body goes numb, and my mind clears from everything. All I want to do right now is have this moment with him.

“Took you long enough.” He jokes,

“Shut up…” I trail off, he kisses my forehead and picks me up, then brings me to the bedroom nearby.

He plops me down on the bed, looking me up and down, worshiping my body.

“You treat this body of yours with such hatred,” his voice grows deep and husky, a dangerous mix.,His fingers slide up and down my stomach, before he gets close to my ear and whispers, “let me show you what temptation really feels like.”

Author’s note: If you made this far, thank you. I love you. MORE ON ASHTON LORE COMING SOON. Just know, he doesn’t have horns or anything that symbolizes he’s a demon because he does need to blend in with society. So he looks very much like a human. You have seen the phrase “alien” being used, that’s because the reader (you) is not from Earth. Hence why you have powers. Now in this universe there are some meta humans, BUT they are very rare. It’s a silly little universe me and @itzchrissydoesstuff made up…so, yeah. Also, I wanted to do more of a “play on words” type of writing, so I’m really sorry if it’s hard to understand. Anyways, just like William Afton, I always come back.

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GUYS!!! I KNOW IVE BEEN GONE FOR A MIN BUT IM BAAAACCCKKKK

SHOW OF HANDS, HOW MANY OF YALL SEEN MJ THE MUSICAL!!!???

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💙🖤INTRODUCTION🖤💙

Hello!! And welcome to my blog, my name is Asher, you can call me Ash, I don’t care. Or come up with any nickname for me, I really don’t mind. In this crazy blog of madness, you’ll mainly find things like:

• RANTING!!

• Writings that I will do

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• Anything else that interests me

💙🖤ABOUT ME🖤💙

• My pronouns are he/his/him

• I’m transgender (FTM)

• I’m omnisexual (I prefer men)

• I LOVE writing, it’s my deepest passion

• Call me weird all you want, but I LOVE roleplay

• I tend to love some fashion

• I’m also a minor, so please creeps, stay away from me😵‍💫

• My birthday is July 21st🥳🥳

aaaaaannnnd yeah, that’s me

‼️❌DNI❌‼️

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that’s all for now!!! Enjoy your stay here in Asher’s Place of Madness🥳🥳

ps. i know im late to making a intro, hush.

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GUYS!!!! IM ALIVE!!!!😭😭😭😭😭

damn…. i’ve left yall for a whole month

apologies, personal life is hard

uhm, little update, i got a new partner!! His name is Jake, he’s super sweet☺️☺️☺️

and uhm, school.😶😶😶

yeah, that’s about it…. uhm, so yeah… that’s been going on

ANYWAYS, HELLO EVERYONE!!! ILL BE BLESSING YALL WITH NEW FANFICS SOON!! BE PATIENT WITH ME. LIFE HAS BEEN LIFEING AND IM NOT HERE FOR IT!!!

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CHAT, SHE DREW ME AGAIN CHAT

AHHHHHH, THANK YOU @itzchrissydoesstuff 🫶🏽❤️✨ YOUR SO TALENTED AND AMAZING. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH❤️🤭🤭

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pssst!

lil bro I have something super important to tell you….

Isn’t he just so FINE!?!!???

Anyway, I love you!

Byeeeeeeee

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! BIG SIS, HOW COULD YOU? IM MELTING AT THE PURE SIGHT OF HIS BEAUTY, HES SO GORGEOUS 🤧🤧🤧✨✨🌟

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hello everyone! I’m currently very bored and in the DEVASTATING writers block, so, please give me some asks/suggestions/requests please!

p.s. don’t hesitate with the requests, i promise, i’m not a judgmental person, so please! By all means, go wild!🩵💙💙🩵

[therexasher]

On this day, June 25, 2009, Michael Joseph Jackson went into cardiac arrest in his home in Beverly Hills, Los Angelas. 911 was called after several attempts of cpr was performed. The pop singer was rushed to the hospital, but unfortunately died at 2:26pm PST time. The news of his death shocked the world, as a result, making the dial tone internet crash. A few days after his death, fans started to speculate that Jackson’s physician, Conrad Murray, had something to do with Jackson’s death. After several trials, Murray was finally convicted in 2011, but he only served two years, being released in October, 2013. Murray had his physician license revoked, and is now in Trinidad trying to get it back.

Some years after Jackson’s death, some even started to speculate that his death was a suicide attempt, after the accusation of child molestation has gotten worse, fans started to think he wanted the easy way out. Can’t say I blame him, if I was investigated by the cops for more than ten years, I’d lose my mind.

My deepest condolences to his family, they lost a son, a brother, a boy who just wanted to get some root of his childhood back as an adult. He’s one of the most caring people I’ve ever came across, it was so wrong what this world did to him. People he thought he could call “friends” betrayed him. I feel so bad for him. Whether it was an intentional death or not, I’m glad his soul is at rest now. Let’s not cry because he died, but instead smile because he was born.

[therexasher]

LIL BRO!!!!

I’ve been brainstorming…

I started looking through my pictures to get so ideas…..

Then, I came across this and I got distracted 🫣

AHHHHHH!!! BIG SIS!!! WHY WOULD YOU FLASH ME LIKE THAT!!! WAAAAAAHHHH *cries in corner*