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I collect vintage Polly Pockets, and
An icon. Maybe i should do that
San Diego Tribune, April 30, 2005
This whole news article... Feels like Luigi Mangione
Some view Cross as a dangerous criminal, while others have branded him a modern-day Robin Hood,
Yeah thats literary Luigi. I love Maddox now
People have even given him a nickname: the Phantom.
*eyebrows eyebrows*
Whittaker was found in his luxury penthouse suite with a single gunshot wound to the head—execution style.
Thats my guy
It’s the bed. A very small… single bed.
Thats so weird
I hesitate, waiting—just
Please please please take Maddox
“You need to go somewhere?”
YESSSSSSS
“You should take her, Maddox,” Otto interjects, setting his coffee down. “She’d probably be bored with us.”
Thank you Otto. I owe you my life
“I could’ve paid for my own clothes,” I murmur as we step outside. “You could’ve,” he agrees easily, carrying the bags toward the car. “But you didn’t.”
Im in love with him
I am an eldest daughter, after all. We overthink. We measure. We try to get things right, even when no one is watching. Even when no one else cares.
Oop called out
The way his dark blond hair was tousled and wild—so different from the short, preppy style Asher wears his.
If hes so physically different, how does he manage to pretebd to be Asher like the TW said?
She picks up the package—a slightly larger box, wrapped in deep blue paper. Maddox reaches out, his grip closing over the box first. His voice is calm, smooth. “That’s for Ari.” Silence.
Oh my god i dont even know what im feeling
It’s a vintage Polly Pocket.
Oh my goodness
“Don’t say his name while you’re riding my face.”
This is so wild oh my god
Maddox
Screaming without the S
My mind spins with the idea—of her waking up, getting ready, spraying this perfume on her pulse points. Unknowingly rubbing me into her wrists, her throat, her collarbones.
Oh Maddox thats sick
A younger Maddox, standing in uniform, holding a little girl. My stomach drops. She can’t be more than two,
Oh my god
Over my shoulder, I hear Asher huff. “Jesus, Ari. Can you not almost kill yourself for one second?”
Hes such a dick
“Sounds like a big deal. Something about his firm’s sensitive client information being hacked. Millions of dollars are at risk, apparently.”
Ha ha atta boy Maddox
Are we playing a little game of cat and mouse?
PLEASE
Fifteen seconds later, the bathroom door crashes open.
SCREAMING. Im obsessed
“Yes. I killed him.”
HOT. THATS SO HOT
“If I wasn’t mistaken, I’d say the fact that I killed someone arouses you.
Yes do it again
“It’s been twenty fucking years.”
Oh shit thats right. Wow mg jealousy problems need a man whos done 25 years in prison
“I’ll see you soon.” It’s not a question. It’s a promise.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t read it. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.”
Cackling, not him respecting boundaries
“Fuck. I hate that I find that so hot,”
Ah soulmates
I want to fuck babies into you.
Thats an interesting way to put it
The third time, I scream loud enough to startle Maddox, who crashes in from the kitchen in nothing but boxers and a “World’s Okayest Ex-Con” apron,
AHAHAHA im wheezing
“Will you marry me?”
I love that hes still in his underwear wearing the apron
