Me: Ugh I Don't Understand What Girls Find Interesting And Attractive In Those Straight Toxic Romance

I wanther

"I DON'T CARE THAT SHE EVIL I'M IN LOVE WITH MADDIE NOLEN" I scream at the thousands of people in the crowd as they start booing and throwing tomatoes at me.

Okayyy slay! Surely you’re almost done with HS though, I would be outta there in a flash!

And I admire that you’ve definitely got the fundamentals of art down. I bet your work actually is so cool.

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i am in-fact almost done, thank god!! and taken that im in greece i am definitely outta here ASAP!! i need a creative outlet and this country is lacking it!

hey maybe one day i’ll share some art over here! who knows! maybe its sooner than ya think!!

I might. Have fallen asleep midway thru proofreading my shit. BUT IM UP🗣️

torment

-B.E.

A/N: teeny tiny blurb🍓

ᝰ🖋️: suggestive duh?!

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thighs clasped together, squirming on the couch with a fidget need at the tips of your fingers.

“whats wrong? something happen?” so caring, so sweetly worried,

“im tired, its getting late” so fake.

a head turning at the clock looking with a squint, a faint held-back smile with an undertone of amusement to it. “its winter, the sun is down but its eight. since when do you get tired so early?”

she knows, the avoiding of eye contact, the excess fidgeting, the subtle moving of your hips. just enough to get the energy out of them somehow, just enough to go by unnoticed if it weren’t her goal all evening to get you just like that.

“since the sun did too.” monotone, but pained. an ache at the cords to make your replied coherent. she wasn’t born yesterday, you’re not hanging out for the first time, its obvious. neutral facial expression with uneven breathing, focusing on anything ahead as long as its not her, blank stare, a deer in headlights.

but she wanted to hear it. “ohh is the poet becoming the poetry itself? well don’t let me stop you,” without looking at her you could tell she was smiling, “go on if you have to.” she knows.

no matter the courage or the amount of times you backwards count, you cant stand on your feet. you’ve been trying, for conversations now. “i-..” cutting your own self off, you tear your eyes off the frame on the wall, dragging them all the way to her. “i don’t think i physically can” cheeks set aflame, a shameful giggle making its way out your chest.

this friendship has always been playful, and each time it gets more and more effective - which is both good and bad. depending whose perspective you see it from.

even when she tries her best to not smile, her eyes always do. they always did, her mouth didn’t have to. “whys that? need help?” such a tone. what a tone. she knew just the right buttons to push, like a favourite video game, she knew just what to do, and she would know so even blind.

“fuck off.”

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing grown man

!!!!

i support women’s rights but most importantly, i support women’s wrongs!!!

as someone with stretch marks on my thighs i can hear the gods singing to me

YOU REALLY, REALLY KNOW ME

i never liked my crooked teeth.

you tell me their your favorite thing... anything else?...

billie couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from you, and it went the same way for yourself. your eyes trained on hers, lips only inches away from her own, plump, red ones, bodies so close together it was like you two were a whole.

"what's wrong?" she speaks softly, her voice so quiet, almost like if she spoke even a little louder, the ceiling would cave in and trap you together. not that you would mind being stuck with her for an eternity.

the frown on your face isn't exactly unnoticeable, but it definitely wouldn't be noticed by anyone who had taken a quick glance at you. but, billie... she always knew whenever you were feeling down, "nothin'."

"then why do y'keep biting your lip, huh?"

fuck. she knew those little details. she knew every little detail of your life and your personality and almost everything about you. your eyes wander, hesitantly moving away from her face and looking down at the bed sheets.

they were still wrinkled from your... previous activities. it was a long night, and when you came home, billie saw those tired eyes of yours. she wanted nothing more than to take care of you, and she wouldn't hesitate to take you again if you needed it.

"jus'..." you sigh quietly, harshly biting down on your lip again. billie quickly moved a hand to cup your face, her thumb running along your bottom lip to tug it from between your teeth, "no more, mama, ts' gonna start to bleed."

her eyes were still focused on yours, her hand moving your head up to look directly into her eyes. you were safe with her, and she wanted you to know that. always.

your voice is shaky as you speak, your hand moving to her free one and interfacing your fingers. they fit perfectly in one another's, almost like you were made for her. only her, "marks—the stretch marks.. on my thighs."

"don't feel pretty," you confess, "wanna be pretty f'you, bills. you're so pretty, i—" billie quickly shushes you with a kiss. after a full 30 seconds, she pulls away, the both of you almost completely out of breath. your faces are flushed, saliva connecting your lips.

her eyes dart from one of your eyes to the other, then down to your lips and repeating the action over and over until she finds the words, "you are so unbelievably pretty, Y/N, don't ever tell yourself you aren't." she whispers, squeezing your hand softly in reassurance.

before you can reply, she pushes you off her lap, switching your positions so that you were laying on your back and she was in between your thighs, "these—" kiss, "—just—" kiss, "—make you—" kiss, "—even—" kiss, "—prettier.—" kiss.

she kisses every one of the marks she can reach, her thumbs rubbing circles on your waist. her eyes stay on yours, watching as your lips curve into a smile and tears form in your eyes.

"think you need a 'lil reminder, ts' that right?"

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i feel my chest hurting and a guttural growl beating its way out of me i love them so much it pains me in the most literal way.

since it's canon that wednesday has been down bad for enid since day 1

the texts are from Wednesday: A Novelization of Season One by Tehlor Kay Mejia (official, licensed by netflix)

psychotic episode, all the feelings at once, if youre mentally stable youre in for a ride of how it feels to have every mental instability at once, but youre watching arcane so then again. you will be in pain of how much youre smiling one moment and how much it hurts the next, sadomasochistic in a bad way, these women are so fine i cant focus on ANYTHING i need to be strapped down lesbian style, i can take them all not in a fight, instead of putting jinx and cait against each other why dont they kiss. these lesbians man, if therapy was a thing accessible to Zaunites this show wouldn’t of existed, Caitlyn Kiramman is my Regina George and by that i mean as much as i hate her i still want her to like me, shes so i fine i need her (aimed at half the women atp), Caitlyn whata bitch leaving your girl like that….. can you be mean to me next he- *gets shot in the face*

thoughts on arcane pls?

the feeling runs in my veins like it knows those rivers better than my own blood