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name-that-isnt · 9 months
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I'm still not over black lemonade guys, her ability to be interpreted as many non-cis identities gives me infinite joy. But also, her clearly having feelings for glitter while also getting flustered over rockstar means the whole world to me as a tried and true bi
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I wish her eternal relevancy
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royalarchivist · 2 days
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Phil: I can fetch you cheese, hold on, lemme just say this before I go– and it definitely will not annoy you at all– what if you guys went on a date together flying through the sky?
Pac: Wow, that would be magical! Do you think I can manage to do something to make Fit fly as well?
Tubbo: Every second I lose the will to live a little bit more.
[Phil and Pac laugh]
Tubbo: I wish Sunny never brought me back into this world. Hell was better than this.
Pac: [Ignoring Tubbo] Me… Fit… the clouds… the stars…
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carnivalcarrion · 9 months
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i am asleep much in the way that Wally is asleep. that is to say, I Am Not Sleeping
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pippuns · 1 year
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the only thing that could have improved SVSSS is if shen jiu was in the background providing scathing hateful commentary the entire time. i want to see him and shen yuan eat each other alive <3
#svsss#shen yuan#shen jiu#shang qinghua#og shang qinghua#pippart#im so interested in the tragedy of sj's whole thing#like there's the obvious bit#with a guy who gets replaced by someone else and its obvious that the new guy isn't the old guy#but no one really cares to look past their initial misgivings about the situation and just accept it#both bc of false rumors about the old guy but also bc he's just. really too wounded to connect with other people in any meaningful capacity#but im also just soooo interested with what shen yuan does with shen jiu's life#because its literally objectively better#he doesn't get tortured to death#he has friends. his disciples love him. his martial siblings rely on him. his reputation is improved on all accounts. he finds love.#he's more sociable and he trusts other people more and other people trust him in turn#but in order to get this result you have to completely divorce the old goods from the new#its a similar reason as to why im so interested in kris's whole thing in deltarune#is this something sj could have gotten on his own if someone had reached out to him first?#was sj ever in a place where he could have accepted a hand reached out towards him?#or was he always doomed to be his own downfall?#anyways. i am very normal about the media i consume.#obsessed with the stranger vibes of svsss SO much#hello fellow tma enjoyers that podcast permanently changed how i evaluate characters#hello tumblr exclusives you get the benefit of seeing my deranged thoughts in the tags#bc im too shy to just tweet this out
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macaulaytwins · 2 years
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idk what you guys are talking about, giving your best friend that you’re in love with relationship advice and then crying in the car right next to them afterwards IS flawless representation
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marblerose-rue · 1 year
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here are my full designs for these two <3
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#dovewing#ivypool#warriors#waca#wc art#warrior cats#IF I CAN FIND MY OLD IVYPOOL DESIGN. ill do a silly comparison bc i have dovewings old design and i can compare her old + new designs but i#cant do that with ivys </3#i meant to do this earlier but we had to run emergency errands#what if i claimed both of them for the autism adhd nation. bc i already did#OK SO technically the first book that got me into warriors was the tigerstar and sasha comic#BUT REALLY my first Actual Book was the fourth apprentice i lovewing dovewing so much#im planning on rereading some of the books this fall bc i associate this weather were getting with warriors and i have like 30 of the books#before my grandma passed she would always save the wc books that got donated for me <3 i wish she wouldve read them too bc she loved cats#just as much as i did#me saying im not gonna do anything w ocs was a lie i was on tiktok earlier and saw a few funny screenshots so im recreating them w mrb#whether or not i post them is up to future me . aka me in a few hours . but i would also like to eat supper before doing anything else#i love turning my tags into my diary you all have to read all of the thoughts that plague my mind AHKDNBFHBDFG#also me giving dove super heterochromia is a way to dodge the eye color thing. she has green eyes <3 when i read the books growing up#she had green eyes in my head . and my mind designs for the cats r different from my drawn designs#bc my mind designs r super boring tbh. just normal cats with nothing fun going on#OK now im posting for realsies
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The Moscow Concert Hall, located in Russia, was attacked by multiple gunmen a few days ago. ISIS has claimed to be behind the attack, and the death toll is currently upwards of 130. The EU and other nations have condemned the attack.
Live guardian article.
Sky news article here.
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socksandbuttons · 6 months
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looking and staring at the fact bloodmoons jealous of lunar being brought back but not him but also disregarding the entirety LUNAR was the one to promise him a body.
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Just curious what the average level of personal investment in these sorts of things is. Like, how much do people usually get into silly stuff like this their friends ask of them? etc. etc. Which I know, only surveying a small sample on a very specific website means I'm not getting an exact average idea lol, but.. curious nonetheless .. Maybe reblog for bigger sample size but also this is not very serious at all/not worth a call to action gbhjbhjb
#which I know this could be context dependent like.. maybe you'd normally dress up but on a week that#you feel sick you wouldn't or etc. etc. - but I mean.. GENERALLY. in the most general average scenario#where you have the average amount of health and free time that you always do. etc. just based on your personality#and level of investment in these things - what on AVERAGE are you most inclined to do#also of course assume they communicate with you ahead of time and are not like planning a part last minute#like 'throw together costume in 5 hours and show up tonight randomly' or etc. I would hope that if we're going with the#AVERAGE of things - most people's friends have better communication skills than springing entire parties#on people last minute lol#assume you have like.. a few days-a week or so to prepare. however ealrly people usually start talking about#birthdays. In my experience it's usually one or two weeks ahead of time. Like 'oh next weekend' or 'oh two weeks from now' etc.#ANYWAY.. feeling a little Sick again of course but still trying to get some photos or something posted#AGAIN i promise I am not going to exlcusively post polls and ntohing else forever hgkjgnekj#I just really really love the ability to post polls and have always my whole life been obsessed with surveying people#I used to think I wanted to do that as a career somehow like.. be one of the people that does psychological interviews#or produce interview asessments for a company or etc. etc. I am always the one friend in the group thats giving out custom made#surveys or asking for other simialr stuff (did you ever take an mbti quiz? how about enneagra#m?? oh yeah I know they're not really scientifically valid or antyhing but like... DID you take them?? huh?? did you??please?? ghjj)#I simply cannot resist.. posting a little poll every once in a while.. as a treat#whilst I still fall behind on like actual content and costumes and stuff gbjhbjh#New poll adventure should be not as much of a wait as the last one was though since I already have the writing#for it really. I just have to do the ms paint sketch. hopefully no unexpected other health issues will get in the way#*** *** ***#< (anytime I do these three star patterns it is an ocd compulsion not me bleeping out words or something just ignore it lol)#(it means something secret in my evil brain just pretend you do not see it. significant only to me)#BUT YEAH.. ... poll... what type of costume party atendee are you?#:0c
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natjennie · 4 months
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the inclination we all have to give cap and havers an entirely domestic life in fanworks is really fascinating to me. like, the way we saw their brief story and said, yknow what? they deserve to drink tea in the mornings and read their newspapers and sit out on the porch and maintain a little garden and watch the birds. they deserve warm blankets and kisses on the forehead and holding hands. they deserve to listen to the radio and sway along across the kitchen floor. they deserve to do the crossword together and to smile at each other from across the room and to know each other's breakfast orders. yknow what I mean?
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lesbianjarjarbinks · 1 year
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hi hello person archiving gerard’s insta i owe you my life
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swordheld · 5 months
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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mattodore · 9 months
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he had his little movie makeover montage off-screen
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love-leah · 16 days
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any luca/pecco thoughts??? AU or non au... maybe like marriage related lmao
thank you for asking! I am trying so hard to have pecco/luca thoughts and feelings lol. obviously like all of this is deeply inspired by all the scholars who have come before! ❤️
On the day of his wedding, Pecco lets Luca dress him.
It's weakness covered by tradition. Luca is Vale's brother; Pecco's oldest friend. He'll be the one, later, to give Pecco to Vale; to wrap rope and lace around their hands.
Pecco's throat floods wet and sick whenever he thinks about it. His arm laced into leathers so thick he won't be able to feel Luca’s hand on him. Luca saying the last words of the ceremony; binding Pecco to his brother.
Now, Luca is silent, and Pecco is standing stiff and naked next to the wash basin, his arm, his whole body, bared to Luca, to the unbearable way his hands feel, gentle and familiar.
Pecco had thought, as he lay awake last night dreading and dreaming of this, that maybe Luca wouldn't even look at him. Instead, he doesn't look away. His eyes steady and flat and heavy every time Pecco manages to meet them. His rough hands sliding slow and soft around the angle of Pecco's elbows, into the crease under his arms, down his sides, as he washes him. As he prepares him, like a gift.
They've done, together, almost everything. As a boy, Pecco spent summers in Luca's family's keep, shared rooms with him. At first, for years, they'd lay on different sides of the bed and talk until sunup, sleep half of the next day, force themselves out of bed just in time for lunch. Their bodies on a different clock to anyone else in the castle, the two of them together day and night. Pecco still thinks about it, every morning and night, in an empty bed, getting up with the sun pale and sharp.
When they got older, one night in the middle of talking, Luca reached over, and picked up one of Pecco's curls, ran it between his fingers, and then looked at him, heavy with wanting Pecco recognized easily, from how he'd been feeling all winter.
They'd spent the summer rutting together under Luca’s sheets, going on long rides deep into the woods and finding a creek or tree or patch of grass. Luca's mouth wide and hot on Pecco's neck, his hands tucked tight under half-laced leathers.
Now, it's been two years since they touched. Since Pecco's father offered Vale a dowry, and Vale got down on a knee in a courtyard, in the middle of so many people Pecco knew, but most of all Luca, a few paces behind his shoulder, so Pecco could feel but not see him.
Two years Luca had to ask his brother, if he had wanted Pecco. His dowry would come to their house either way. The alliance between their families would be strengthened either way. The whole kingdom knows Vale loves his brother, would give him anything.
And yet this is where they are; in Pecco's chambers, on a wedding day that's not theirs, like Pecco used to stupidly dream about. Luca kneeling before him and wrapping fingers around his ankles to guide his feet into his leathers. Tightening the laces from his hips to his chest with strong, steady fingers.
Pecco feels nauseous, watched, touched, unwanted. Ask, he wants to beg, pathetic, to get to hear Luca tell him no. To be sure, to hear it for real, instead of just years of not talking about it. Ask for me and he'll give me to you.
Vale is kind and handsome and the most powerful man in the kingdoms. Pecco likes him more than he ever thought he would like whatever match his father found for him. When he was young, and Vale would ride to his family's keep fresh from battle, seeking food and shelter for his men, Pecco looked up at him on his horse, and wished for something like this.
With Luca in front of him, his cool steady eyes and thick, light hair, his mind Pecco loves more than anything in the realm, Pecco can't think past wanting him.
He lets his head fall back on his neck. Luca is meticulous, thoughtful, smart. He would've asked already, if he wanted too.
So he makes himself stop thinking about that; wishing for something stupid, too-good.
He focuses on the tightness Luca works up his stomach, his chest, his neck. Lies to himself that with each tug at the laces, Luca is thinking about making it harder for Vale to undress him tonight. About keeping Pecco his for a little longer.
#pecco/luca#mgp#my fic#there IS obviously a happy ending#after like two to three more years of angst#i think like literally this night there's like an attack on one of their fortresses and vale has to go to war#trusts luca with the castle and his new bride#who btw vale like does not really care about. it was a good political marriage and he rememebred pecco used to seem to want him#and he's pretty and friends with luca so he must be smart and good#but obviously the prince of the attacking army is marc who vale has been in love with for years#anyway then its just like pecco and luca running the castle temptation horniness etc#maybe suddenly it's a/b/o and peccos heat is coming up.....#luca has to write vale to ask what he should do. swamped with shame to be writing about pecco this way#and to be hoping stupidly for vale to write back that luca should help him through it#which is stupid. the whole reason luca let the marriage happen in the first place is maybe because like#weird fantasy au first and second sons things and actually i think luca maybe is a bastard lol#and pecco is so perfect and regal and smart and deserves better#anyway vale and marc work it out dep to all the soldiers who had to die lol#and bc vale and pecco never fucked he asks pecco if there's anyone else he wants. vale will make it happen#and pecco is still ashamed and convinced luca doesnt want him (he's only touched him a handful of times in the years vale's been gone#a hand on his back to guide him in the hallf#once when luca was drunk; fingers in peccos curls#hot and close and perfect for a moment before he pulled away and apologized and left#his arm around peccos waist as he brings him to his room when he has a surprise heat. gives him a toy and then shuts the door on in him)#or whatever. but anyway pecco asks for him anyway even though he feels so stupid and humiliated#and then they get married and are happy!#sorry lol i will someday write non vague fantasy au again
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The Night Security
Danny decides to tag along with Dani and travel around the world. With him now being in his late twenties he decided he could use a break from all the craziness back home, and he's been wanting to spend more time with Dani.
Dani despite it being years still looks the same, they had gone to Frostbite to make sure nothing was seriously wrong, Dani was completely healthy but it seems Vlad's messy attempts at cloning alongside her also being a halfa had made it so Dani would age a lot slower than a normal human would.
Danny until that point hadn't realized that he also looked very young for a man who was almost 30, but he could just get away with it by just saying he had a baby face.
To gain money for their travels Danny decided to start doing random jobs normally he would end up with being night security since those positions weren't very popular and always had a position open or where willing to have an extra pair of eyes on the job.
With that being said Dani and his sleep schedule were completely flipped over now being practically nocturnal. They would go out shopping or have fun while the moon was still high in the sky.
Now with that being said, he had no clue why there always was at least that one person at whatever job he would have that seemed to believe he was a vampire,
Yes a vampire, and he could brush it off if it had only happened once or twice but no! This has happened in the majority of his jobs.
And look he gets it, he only gets night jobs, he hangs out with Dani outside only when the sun is nowhere in sight, and yes both he and Dani were sensitive to the sun but that was normal for people with pale skin they would burn easily and considering that pale blue eyes tend to struggle seeing with too much sun clarity especially since they're not used to being around the sun as much as before.
See he gets all those can kinda be vampire things but they where also just very normal and common human things as well.
So yes he was out here fighting vampire allegations instead of ghost ones like when he was young.
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" Mr.Kent sir you dropped this."
Clark turned around slightly spooked he hadn't heard the young man a moment ago, which should be impossible with his super hearing. Focusing on the man In front of him he realized that the heartbeat he was now hearing was... too slow, unhealthily so. If he had just been hearing the heartbeat he would have been sure it was from someone dying, but the man In front of him showed no struggle or weakness in spite of that.
"Sir?"
Clark snapped back into the present. "Oh! Right sorry about that, it's been a very long day usually I'm out of here long before the sun sets."
"No worries man I totally get that, I just saw that you dropped your glasses case near me and wanted to quickly return it."
"Well thank you Mr.?"
"Fenton, Danny Fenton I work the night shift here."
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Danny doing his job
His coworkers spraying holy water to prove he's a vampire:
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dolokhoded · 10 months
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my one season 4 complaint is Where The Fuck Was Aneesa
#never have i ever#i really wish her and fabiola had stayed together them not working out didn't rlly serve any purpose to the plot for the new season#fabiola's new relationship was barely rlaborated upon. as expected.#and aneesa was basically written out she was barely even part of the group#plus that scene of them at the staircase talking about fab's robotics team. they still have so much chemistry and they were literally just#talking about robotics#i understand she's not a major character and she can't have a separate plotline to herself but she wasn't even involved in anyone else's#her and fabiola were cute together and she would've at least been part of the plot if they were still dating#allison was barely a character what was the point of writing some random new partner for fabiola when she already had a perfectly good#love interest#it just doesn't make sense to me. whi decided it would be a good idea for them to break up#was it just an opportunity to shove in a nonbinary character who had no personality and was just there as someone's s/o and call it#representation#cause there are Many better ways to have nonbinary rep than this#but ofc mindy kaling wouldn't give a shit about this.#n e ways for this support my nonbinary aneesa hc . it's real.#fabiola torres#aneesa qureshi#OR AT THE VERY LEAST SHE SHOULD'VE GOTTEN WITH PAXTON. SHE HAD THAT NICE HOT JOCK LINE AT THE END OF SEASON 3#im fabneesa 4 life but i would honestly be haply with her dating paxton. they're both cool and they'd be fun together. and she deserves a#nice hot jock boyfriend.
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