I Have The Biggest Dick In 40 Square Miles

Hello! Do you remember the betrayal one? What if Tommy woke up and saw his s/o was gonna and ones he started to freakout his s/o cones in the room holding a glass of water like:

"Why you look sad 🥛😐"

Betrayal

(pt 3 I guess?)

A/N: Never thought that you guys liked Betrayal so much, not gonna lie it was fun.. and sad to make, anyways,🌚thanks for the request! Take a cupcake! 🧁🧁 And have a nice day!

Tagslist: @brxwrvth @fluffy-little-demon @slash3rl0v3r @callmemeelah @the-anxious-youth @dootys @mehidktbh

Word count: 650

It was nearly midnight and Thomas was asleep in his bedroom since you practically gave him a lecture about not getting enough sleep. You slept in his bed with him since you were skeptical about Hoyt trying to sneak into your room, he tried it one time but you caught him. You were still sleepy but you did it, and you're glad you did, but you were also kinda scared. Thomas woke up unexpectedly to see you gone, the bed was empty and it looked like no one even moved the blanket on the other side. He quickly sat up and looked around in the dark room, where’d you go? You were with him before you went to bed! There was only one thought that stayed in his head, you left again. He knew it was too good to be true.

You were using them again just for food and shelter, Hoyt tried to tell him but he didn’t listen, he thought that you were telling the truth when you said you were staying, there’s nothing he can do but just cry. Thomas couldn’t believe that he got betrayed not once but TWICE in a row! He trusted you with his heart, even gave you a second chance and this is what you do? Betray him and his family!? He was more hurt than angry, how could you do this? Thomas’s eyes were burning from crying, what did he do to deserve this? He wished that you weren’t like this, a backstabber.

The door creaked open, Thomas had his head down so he didn’t know who opened it, your voice caught him off guard, “Thomas?” His head shot up shot up at your voice. There you were with a glass of water in one hand and a napkin full of strawberries in the other hand, you had a confused look on your face. Why was he crying? Did he have a nightmare? You put the glass of water and the strawberries by the bed and rushed over to the crying giant, you gently took his hands away from his face asking him what’s wrong. With a shaky hand, he pointed at you then at the door, it took a few minutes for it to click in your head. “You.. thought that I left again?” All you got in response was a nod. You sat by him and motioned him to come towards you.

He was hesitant but he still leaned into your touch, your hands roamed through his hair as he cried, he, feeling bad that you didn’t give him a heads up before leaving the room. You didn’t want disturb him sleeping because it was rare to see him get a good amount of sleep, you both stayed like this until Thomas pulled away, you looked at him with a soft smile, “You okay Thomas?” You waited for a response, he nodded his head with a grunt, poor guy has too much trust in you. You put the napkin of strawberries in the middle if both of you, “You know, I won’t leave you right? I’m here to stay.” He gave you a head tilt, “I’m serious Thomas.” He wants to trust you, he really does, but how does he know that you won’t leave him again, it’s impossible to tell just from his kind you are.

You decided to change the subject, not wanting to see him sad anymore, “Care for a strawberry? I got a whole bunch of them,” You said, having it in your hand. He couldn’t say no to that, he took one, Thomas then began to wonder why you’re awake in the first place. Sleep troubles? Nightmares? He’ll have to ask you in the morning, but for now, he just wants to enjoy the night that you both are having. You don’t know how glad he is to have you.

beautiful women named excessive heat warning keep messaging me

Lmao figured

Also yes <3

This Barbie is multi-talented (and a little unhinged)

Have you guys seen the new Barbie movie yet? And more importantly, do you think Gerard has? 🤭

Miss Ambrose 1992 (Magnolia Sinclair)

Magnolia talks to the first runner up after the pageant.

I listened to Linger by The Cranberries all day today and this is the result.

Warning: Angst, no comfort

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew, @manbehindthemask

Staring at the curtain ahead of her, Magnolia's deep and slow breathes quicken in pace. "Hey," her friend, Joan, whispers. A cold hand interlockes with Maggie's clammy one and gives it a soft squeeze. Trailing the olive toned hand up to its owner, blue eyes meet soft brown ones. "You'll be fine- whatever happens, you still proved that you're prettier than half the town." She jokes. "Thanks..." Maggie mumbles, quickly touching her heated face. Chuckling, the brunette leaned down and pecked her cheek. "Good luck Maggie." She whispers, though it fell on deaf ears as the blonde's body went rigid.

"Joan Price just kissed my cheek."

Joan Price. The pretty girl that sits next to her in homeroom. Her partner in biology who laughs when Maggie gets too excited to answer a question. The same Judy Price who slept over the one time Trudy was out of town. The girl that looked so cute in Maggie's pajamas and shared a bed with her. The best friend that she's always thought was prettier than any boy she's ever seen just kissed her cheek.

Just a few more inches over and it could've been a dream come true.

Magnolia didn't hear her name be announced until the bright flash of a camera stunned her out of her thoughts. "Oh my god..." She whispered. The crowd stood in applause as a "MISS AMBROSE 1992" sash was placed over her delicate baby blue dress and a bouquet of roses was placed in her arms. The blonde flushes a bright pink as her second runner up pulled her into a hug, leaving the shorter girl's thoughts run wild.

"Does she like me?" "Do I like her? Is that even possible?" "Mama told me that a man would make me happy one day but she makes me happier than any man could..."

Soon enough, Joan took Magnolia's hand once more and walked off stage with her. "C'mon, Miss Ambrose," her new title danced off her friends words teasingly, "You gotta show off your new crown to everyone!" "Uh, actually, Joan..can I talk to you real quick?" Maggie spoke up, squeezing her hand for reassurance. "Of course." Her focus went straight to Joan's lips. The same soft, glossy lips that made her feel everything all at once with just one kiss on the cheek. "I don't know how to say this...but you make me feel so many things." Maggie breathed out. "When you kissed my cheek, everything just flooded and I didn't even know what happened because I was just thinking about you and your lips and-" her words were cut off by Joan's hands leaving hers.

"Listen," Joan went silent. Her lighthearted tone dimmed, her eyes darted to anywhere that wasn't Maggie's direction. "I'm not..I'm not into you- girls, like that." She confessed. "I think I'm gonna go, my family is waiting outside.." she quickly excused herself and left her by the wing of the stage.

Magnolia took in deep breaths and sat on the steps of the stage, knees to her chest as she reeled in the conversation. Touching her cheek, she felt the residue of Joan's strawberry scented lip gloss. Black streaks of mascara quietly ran down her cheeks upon contact. Faint calls of her name could be heard, but the new beauty queen of Ambrose chose to deck her head in her lap and remain silent.

I’d best be seeing that anti JKR energy for this twilight show too bc Smeyer continuing to profit off the Quileute tribe is not cute

Edit: As people have pointed out in the notes, the Quileute Relocation Fund is still accepting donations

I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall