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“Do it for the plot or take the L, Chapin.” “Too late, I’m already bored.
The way this made me want to immediately DNF
a book. Her students were speaking their native
Oh thank god it’s not the FMC talking
“Deadass, did you see his drip?” “I know, but he’s so baby girl.” “It’s giving sigma.”
This is my 13th reason
She wondered what would happen if she began using her newly acquired slang on the street, outside of the controlled chaos environment of the school. If she appropriated bites of strangers’ food and explained she was simply collecting a fanum tax, or if she told the handsome, unsmiling barista she saw every morning that she was earning a degree in Advanced Rizzenomics, would her friends and neighbors laugh, or would they think she was having a psychotic break?
It would warrant being punched in the face tbh
She hated everything about it, had done so right from the beginning, knowing she had made a terrible, terrible mistake two weeks into her master’s practicum, before she had even completed the degree. By then, though, it was too late. Too many years in school, too much money, too much of an investment to walk away from. The sunk cost fallacy of her life.
She was plus-sized, both mixed race and mixed species, even if she was human-presenting, and she just happened to be toiling away in the very profession he championed. You’re the diversity hire girlfriend. That’s it.
It’s giving sainthood, no question.”
This is fine honestly
“I know, so sigma of me.
This is not okay & I hate it
If you’re not being railed on your private sundeck by some unnamed stranger with a six-pack, what’s the point of anything.”
That’s what you get. You’re in a public school, surrounded by co-workers and your boyfriend, and you’re thinking about offering a virtual hand job to an online stranger.
You wouldn’t need to have an emotional affair if your emotional needs were being met. They’re barely being acknowledged.
ailing Swiss cheese philodendron.
They always are. Can’t keep those bitches happy
It’s giving aspirational. It’s giving dream life. It’s giving manifesting.
I’m getting over this pretty quickly tbh
Revolutions begin with a conversation. All of the inventions that have changed our lives probably started with two people just having a conversation.
or even worse! from a giant online retailer who delivers it to your doorstep,
I love all the Amazon hate despite reading this on Amazon and the author making money from said company
the spectrum! My tiny-boned sisters are locked into dressing
No, they aren’t.
more than people What’s the dress code for a bog witch? That’s what I want to be. But like, a sexy bog witch. That’ll
ChaoticConcertina: Absolutely. I sense sexy bog
Do something that makes you happy, and then remember that it’s from your mom. And think about how happy she would be to see you so happy.
I’ll let you know if I need impregnating. Like, right now. Maybe here on this table.
She was childless by choice and had no desire to change that, but if this beautiful snake man suggested he would be interested in breeding her right then and there as the smiling blonde woman watched, Sumi knew that she would be able to make room in her heart for his child.
Mood
You are going to be professional peers hopefully someday soon. Maybe he’ll give you his phone number for flower business emergencies and blow jobs.
He doesn’t need to hear that you were about to present yourself on all fours like a bitch
“Ranar, she was flirting with you. At least, she was trying to. She probably would’ve had more luck with this spool of ribbon.”
Fucking stars, she was twirling her hair. I don’t think she could have been any more obvious without lifting her shirt and asking if you liked her boobies and maybe wanted to take a squeeze.”
“Gracie, you are out of your mind. That mothman has broken you. The buzzing of his wings is probably a decibel that’s dangerous for humans.
OH SHES FROM SWEET BERRIES!!!!!!
It made him sad, but Ranar had reminded himself that there was beauty in ephemera. Some things weren’t designed to last forever. They were lovely for a minute, provided happiness for a brief window, and then they were gone — like the flowers he sold.
The kitsune had no deep feelings for him and he had none for her, outside of mutual friendliness, but they were both single, both horny, and she enjoyed his cocks.
I think this is meant to be the same Kitsune that was fucking Rorake (I can’t remember how to spell his name honestly)
What’s he sending you now? The flowers laying over his thigh? Sumi closed her eyes, imagining the cascade of fragrant purple flowers on their shared stem, a thick, curving raceme, fat with blooms.
Bro straight up doesn’t have thighs
Does he like his slit ticked? If he gets turned on in the middle of the day, does it just pop out?
low-cut dress, employing her every feminine wile to make his dick hard, to make it slither out. And then what? Does it just retract on its own? Or does he need to come?
Growing up as sometimes the only Asian student in the classroom meant a childhood of duality, a daily game of “one of these things is not like the others,”
“Crypto is the future! Sumi, be serious.
Please, get fucked
Hearing him use the phrase on its own in conversation was, as her students would say, high-key cringe.
Mood
Fax, no printer.
Stop
A tilt of the wand, increased pressure against the side of her swollen pearl,
Why did you have to call it that
Do you self-sabotage with a little voice or are you like, emotionally well-regulated 5535756448 If you tell me you can’t relate because you’re well organized and never talk to yourself and you’re like, madly in love and deliriously happy & always take your vitamins I’m probably just going to eat a wheel of cheese for
Mood
I’ll keep you posted, but if he wants to make me his breeding bitch, I’m not gonna say no.”
I’m just lucky cuntnugget wasn’t her first word. Believe me, it was a nail-biter.”
But here’s the important part, Noodle. That name he was calling you tonight? Neja? That was his little sister. She died a long, long time ago, but they were close, everyone tells me. So he might’ve called you the wrong name, but he remembered the important part — that you’re someone he loves, very much.”
“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ranar so preoccupied with one person before, the way he has been preoccupied with you all summer. Not even his wife. So much agitation! I think you are bad for my son’s blood pressure.” Sumi gulped. You were doing better with the kid. “But that means you will likely be good for him in ways that a mother is meant to pretend do not exist. That’s good, he needs that in his life.”
“You’re doing so good. You take my cocks so well.”
Yes sir, thank you sir
