I Finally Found The Little Shops Of Horrid Slime Tut If Anyone Wants It

PARTY at my’s *mwah

ִ ࣪ ⋆𓂅 MYLENE.. ❛she/her, 19, blk, taurus, movies, pink girly, stevie wonder, billy joel, uptown girl, hamzah, the french dispatch, 70s, gold jewelry, romanticism, malcomb todd, pineapple, raspberry ice tea, blush blind, saturday night, purple rain, dessert, dylan o’brien, princess diaries, classy cunty, dior lip gloss, women, kitten heels, mwah❜

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you should lowkey do one where angel reader and lochlan lose their virginity to eachother :3 maybe on the yacht when everyone is passed out?

I actually have a fic exactly like this but it isn’t angel reader🙏🏽 it’s this one but if you want me to rewrite it with angel reader or in a different way please lmk

Kiss wasn’t sexy enough for me .

i’m not tryna start anything BUTTTT the slushynoobz fandom on tiktok is starting to get annoying as fuck. Like omg can we liveee what happened to us being in peace. like someone old ass bitch always got something to say abt new fans like who even gaf. like im most saying don’t call out people for just being a fucking weirdo, but like they call out people for the most dumbest shit ever. for example people got problems with teenagers so called “thirsting” over hamzah. LIKE DAMN BITCH HE IS ONE SEXY BITCH of course he gonna have people thirst over him (including me tf). all they saw is new gens this new gen’s that. i don’t know if this makes sense on what im trying to say. but thanks for listening to my ted talk🥰🥰🥰

I’m gonna say this here because I refuse to fight with Rebeca in a comment section but here are my thoughts. I think ppl are forgetting the target audience for these Disney movies. Whether kids want to see someone who looks like them on screen or introducing different cultures and people who don’t look like you at an early age. I don’t think you guys understand how sad it is when the only Disney princess that looks like you, the whole movie is about the struggle of a black women, when all these other Disney princesses get whimsical and quirky storylines and personalities, black girls get a movie with a hard truth within society at such a young age. That’s literally all they’ve got. And you guys think it’s so cute and funny to make hypotheticals of taking the one thing they have away with your Ariana grande casting. I get making new Disney movies but do yall know the things yall said about wish when it first came out. Yall are starting to forget how embarrassing it is for a grown person as yourself is critiquing children disney movies and your only reasoning being “the songs are bad and she’s cringey”. I promise if we all let the little kids watch wish without saying a word they would love it. She is literally a perfect example of you can’t win. Like we are moving backwards if representation is upsetting people. This is going to turn into the brown v board if we don’t stop this like seriously (if you don’t know what the brown v board experiment is, it’s basically a test that was run in the 1940s where they would get black kids and put two identical dolls in front of them, one with a white skin ton and one darker, the kids would then choose which doll was the ‘prettier’ doll and 67% preferred the white doll over the 33% who chose the black doll) you guys don’t understand representation means absolutely everything to a child more than you think. Especially in a world where a woman with a slightly darker complexion was being called snow brown. Calling her aggressive and rude and I can’t let you guys forget about the Romeo and Juliet situation where you guys bullied this girl OUT OF HER JOB. When a black woman appears slightly more masculine or without as much soft features you guys will call her Tyrone, a stud, a man. But let a masculine white girl come up on your screen you guys are calling her fine and ‘I wish my bf looked like you’ like you guys disgust me so bad. None of you had plans to watch the play, watch Snow White, or Ariel. You guys just want to be racist, plain and simple. Grow up and stop watching children’s movies at your grown age if you can’t handle diversity you fucking embarrassment. It’s not the 1930s

the WARRIORS pt.2

teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader

“You have beautiful eyes..”

The three of them strolled through the dimly lit streets, the cold air biting at their skin as their breath fogged in front of them. Hamzah walked in the middle, hands shoved deep in his pockets, his camera swinging against his hip. Martin was lighting a cigarette, the flicker of the lighter illuminating his face for a brief second. Mandy walked beside him, arms crossed, her usual unimpressed expression softened by the way Martin occasionally nudged her, trying to make her laugh.

By the time they reached the party, the bass from inside was already vibrating through the pavement. A few people lingered on the porch, beer bottles in hand, talking and laughing under the dim porchlight. The house was glowing from within, the yellow light spilling through the open door, illuminating the crowd inside.

They pushed through the threshold, the scent of cheap cologne, weed, and something vaguely floral hitting them all at once. Hamzah rubbed the back of his neck, scanning the room out of habit, taking in the faces, the voices, the movement—

And then he saw her.

Across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter, half-listening to someone talk. The same loose, off-the-shoulder baseball tee, the belt cinched around her waist, the jeans that sat just right on her frame. The same hair, thick and wild, falling over her shoulders like it had been sculpted by the wind itself.

He felt that same flicker of recognition from earlier, that same pull in his chest.

Almost like she felt it, she glanced up, and her eyes landed on him.

There was a beat. A pause stretched just long enough to mean something.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

Hamzah didn’t even think about it. His feet just moved.

“Hey,” she said when he was close enough to hear her over the music.

“Hey,” he echoed, leaning against the counter beside her.

“You again,” she mused, amusement in her voice.

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “Me again.”

She tilted her head slightly, watching him in a way that made his stomach do something weird.

“You have beautiful eyes,” she said, casually, like she was just stating a fact.

Hamzah blinked.

A beat passed.

“Yeah,” he said finally, voice quieter. “So do you.”

She smiled at that, slow and knowing.

They had been talking for what felt like forever, the conversation shifting like the tide. Movies. Nostalgia. The weird way certain scents could send you straight back to childhood. She had a way of making the simplest things sound poetic.

“You ever smell something and suddenly you’re ten years old again?” she asked, spinning her half-empty cup between her fingers.

Hamzah exhaled, thinking. “Yeah. There’s this old VHS store near my uncle’s place. Every time I walk in, it smells like dust and plastic and… I don’t know. Like a life I almost had.”

She nodded like she understood. “For me, it’s gasoline. I used to sit in my dad’s car while he pumped gas, and I’d just watch the numbers go up, pretending I understood how it worked.”

Hamzah chuckled. “That’s kind of poetic.”

“Everything’s kind of poetic if you look at it the right way.”

He watched her, the way the dim kitchen light caught the angles of her face. He could still smell her, that same signature scent, something warm, familiar, but just out of reach.

The conversation drifted easily, like slipping into warm water. They talked about movies, their favorites, their least favorites.

“What’s the best thing you’ve ever seen?” she asked, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a half-empty cup.

Hamzah exhaled, thinking. “I don’t know if I have a single best. But there’s this one film… real low-budget, black-and-white, barely anyone’s heard of it. There’s this one scene where the main character’s just standing in the rain, not saying anything, but you know everything he’s feeling.”

She listened, nodding. “I like scenes like that. When you don’t need words to know.”

“Yeah,” Hamzah said, meeting her gaze. “Exactly.”

She sipped her drink. “You ever see something in a movie that made you feel like… you lived it before?”

Hamzah thought for a second. “Like déjà vu?”

“Kind of. But more like… something you didn’t know you missed until you saw it on-screen.”

He nodded, feeling that in his chest. “Yeah. All the time.”

She smiled. “Me too.”

The music changed. Someone stumbled into the kitchen, laughing too loud, breaking the little bubble they’d been in.

Hamzah glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting Martin to be watching, but he was nowhere in sight.

When he looked back at her, she was watching him. Her eyes flickered to his hands, to the way his fingers tapped against his thigh.

“You nervous?” she asked, teasing.

Hamzah huffed a quiet laugh, running a hand over his face. “A little.”

She grinned. “Why?”

Hamzah hesitated. Then, before he could talk himself out of it—

“Can I get your number?”

She blinked, a little surprised, but then, slowly, her lips curved into something softer.

“Yeah,” she said, reaching into her bag.

She pulled out a pen, uncapping it with her teeth before taking his hand.

The tip of the pen was cold against his skin, her writing slanted and quick.

Before he could say anything, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to his hand, right over the ink.

Hamzah’s brain short-circuited.

“Don’t lose it,” she murmured, giving him a small, teasing smile before turning toward the back door, slipping into the night like she was never there.

He stood there, staring after her.

Then—

“Bro.”

Hamzah turned just in time to see Martin standing in the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. Mandy stood beside him, her expression unreadable.

“Bro, we’ve been looking for you,” Martin said, stepping into the room. “And here you are, getting all Notebook in the kitchen.”

Hamzah rolled his eyes. “Relax, man.”

But Martin was already smirking. “Nah, it’s cool, I just didn’t realize you were the type to get lost in a conversation and forget his friends.”

Mandy huffed. “Not surprised.”

Hamzah shot her a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You disappear a lot,” she said, leaning against the counter. “Not just at parties.”

He frowned, not sure what to say to that.

“I’m not disappearing,” he interrupted, nodding toward his hand, where the ink was still fresh. “Im just showing up somewhere new.”

Martin let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “Man, she’s got you thinking in poetry.”

Hamzah ignored him, looking at her instead.

She just smiled. “See you around, Hamzah.”

And with that, she slipped past Martin and Mandy, disappearing into the party like she had never been there at all.

For a second, Hamzah just stood there, glancing at the girl next to him momentarily. Looking for some type of validation.

Then Martin clapped a hand on his shoulder. “You good, Shakespeare?”

Hamzah glanced down at the numbers on his hand.

Yeah. He was good.

I GOT IT BACK HHAHA NVM

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Don’t you hate when parents waste your time. Life is too short to waste it on shit I don’t wanna do.

can sunday come quickierr please. i need more of the incest brothers- i mean my two bfs who are brothers 😶😁

LMAOOO😭💔 bro in all seriousness i do think lochlan did more than just jack saxon off. That walk was CRAZY. AND THE SHORTS SWAP?? yeah they’re gonna start to remember more of what happened that night fs. And saxon might kill himself. Ugh they’re so fine.. anyways..