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megan thee stallion speaking on how passing as a trans person can be fulfilling but self love regardless of if you fit into cis standards or pass is more important @ LA PRIDE 2023
#stalli#for further context she allowed some fans on stage and one said#they r proud to be trans and passing ‘unlike other ppl’ basically throwing shade at trans ppl that don’t pass#and megan cut the show for a short time to address that
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MEGAN THEE STALLION via instagram
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meg and cardi too fine
#megan thee stallion#hot girl summer#cardi b#invasion of privacy#bardi gang#megan thee mag#tina snow#truamazine#hot girl meg#stalli#stallion
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#gif qween#meg thee stallion#megan thee stallion#stalli#hawt gurl#hot girl shit#hot girl winter#we stand with megan#mood#black girl luxury
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#kaycouture stalli#ebony#ebony babe#ebony women#ebony goddess#sexy ebony#thick ebony#ebonycurves#black tumblr#lovely breasts#amazing breasts#great breasts#sexy breast#massive breasts#perfect breast#sexy titts#big tittays#huge titts#natural titts#Boobilicious
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pov: ur over them forever ❤️🔥 & that soft version u were for them it’s never coming back for anyone ever again 😍
#megan thee stallion#megan#thee stallion#stalli#fake ass bitches fake ass hoes tint my windows and lock my doors
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you wish u were part of the bang gang (gmvn)
#cred to stally poo#and my knight widow <3#voltron#klance#vld#keith kogane#pookie lance#pookie keith#shatt#shiro voltron
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Saw someone on TikTok say that anyone with a brain would be on Megan Thee Stallion's side in this so called "beef" (although, can you really call it beef if it mainly consists of one middle aged woman yelling at her on the Internet and she hasn't responded?) so, that explains why the barbs are all defending Nicki because they don't have brains.
it’s hilarious cus this is a perfect example of a hit dog will holler. spiraling that bad over a couple of lines 🤷🏾♀️ i really do wish megan came at her harder directly cus good lord, what a vile woman. you’ve been poking at her for years (over a fucking collab) then get mad when she finally says fuck you? 41 years of age…. too unserious. i’m mad i even liked and adored nicki so much in my teen years but never looking back there again, thank god. get that bitch outta here, it’s time. her music hasn’t been good for years anyway and all she is is bitter and spiteful.
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Good Luck Meg, we want to see you win ALL the Awards
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how about some cute Steve and Dally giving each other nicknames hcs (wouldn’t be surprised if Steve called dally unibrow tbh Lmao)
and how about some dally with glasses hcs 😼
I could totally do that. But Vic,,,, where did unibrow come from,, LMAO.
BUT THE SECOND ONE. I FORGOT GLASSES EXSIST (even if I have to wear reading glasses 🧍🏽♀️...)
Stally nickname hcs thing:
Steve cant name anything, not even to save his life. So when it comes to giving Dally a nickname... he struggled. Bad.
But Dally, he's a natural smooth talker 😼 he is also good with names.
Steve basically just calls Dally whatever he has on or looks like.
For example, (I told myself Dally's blonde, like the book and it's not leaving my said) he calls Dally Blondie. Bc he has blonde hair.
If he had *cough cough* GLASSES, he'll call him 4 eyes. True love <3
Dally just gives him the generic nicknames like uh,,, baby or smth 🤨
Okay, he's not very creative. But he tries. He rlly does.
Steve has definitely called him these nicknames in front of everyone bc you wouldn't even think anything romantic about it. They'd just think he's a jerk. And he is, he's a cute jerk <33
Dally doesn't rlly call Steve nicknames infront of ppl. Unless he uses it in a joke or smth.
But in private 🙂 yeah he does 24/7.
Whenever Dally hears Steve call him a nickname, he always laughs. Even if some of them aren't funny.
Like Steve would prob call him 'forehead' or smth like that and he would start giggling.
Steve usually doesn't pay attention whenever Dally uses a nickname, bc he uses them all the time. But when he hears a new one he thinks about it ALL DAY AND NIGHT. He doesn't even sleep bc he's thinking about it.
But trust me, he loves them. He rlly does.
Dally with glasses hcs 😺:
The first time he heard he had to wear glasses he literally, and I mean literally, cried.
He doesn't want to wear glasses at all, so he usually doesn't. But he always has them in his pocket. Just in case he RLLY needs them.
They are the normal generic black glasses. He actually had to pay for them.
He wears them whenever he needs to read stuff or look at something rlly close up he puts on his glasses.
Steve thinks he looks funny with glasses, but handsome nonetheless ✋🏾
His glasses are literally scratched up on the lenses bc he always fights and he always has his glasses in his pocket.
But they aren't smuged. He makes sure of that.
One of his eyes if worst than the other, so his glasses are a little lopsided on the lenses. It's his right eye. (Twins 😺✋🏾)
Everyone (the gang) makes fun of him when he has to wear his glasses, and honestly he does nothing about it. He just takes it.
But if it was someone else, he would've literally killed them.
Honestly Dally was glasses is so silly. I'm gonna draw it prob. I can't help it.
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"okay so i actually have this on one my phone have you ever heard of girls in the hood--"
"my friend," volo starts, very matter-of-factly, trying to hide the laugh behind his grin. a hand claps onto john's shoulder, giving him a playful jostle. "i'm afraid any song you've yet to show me is of utter mystery to me! now of course, that naturally tickles my curiosity... so, how does it go?"
oh no.
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They left the campsite a little later than planned, but Stella reckoned they would make up enough time by avoiding early morning traffic into the City.
Sally, who had managed an undisturbed night of sleep, apparently still had plenty of sleep left in her, and was snoozing in the van's passenger seat, her head held in a pillow and a blanket pinned over her shoulders. She looked like a fighter at rest; body unwilling, spirit also unwilling.
So Stella was alone with her thoughts for the drive to London. Her thoughts and the melancholy of a Katie Melua album. The grey cloud from the night before had followed her into the next day and it wouldn't let her just ignore it, so Stella leaned in.
As she watched the long highway stretch out in front of her, increasingly grey and daunting; she was left to mull over just how much she dreaded returning to the office. She would make up some reason as to why her reports would be in by the evening, instead of the morning; she’d take the lecture, and then she’d buzz off for the actual weekend.
She could still remember the days when work was all she lived for, though the memory felt more and more like a different life. If she’d wanted an ordinary life she would have become an accountant, or a manager or one of the other careers her parents had insisted on, but she had fought for this life. She’d fought to get this far into her career. In every department she moved into she was always “The youngest DI in the division,” and “The most promising young agent,” and all that fluff that felt like it never ever actually led to anything. No increased responsibilities, no increased access, no increased independence; only increased bullshit. Bullshit by the shelf-load.
More forms, more protocol, more insufferable people to answer to, more restrictions but less actual codification (since it was implied that you knew what was expected, but nobody ever verbalised those expectations) and the more gracefully one could contort and bend and smile and speak gibberish, the more one fit in. It was like being stuck in a hellish game of twister, and everything that wasn't a dot was lava.
Here was the rub, ultimately, when it came to Scotland Yard, those who fit in far outpaced those who stood-out in any meaningful way. If someone like Sherlock Holmes, for instance, had tried to join the police force, he wouldn’t have made it even a week. Sherlock did his work by being different and by thinking differently: thinking differently at the Met was a recipe for daily harassment. Sherlock literally walked around with an ex-military bodyguard attached to his slender hip so it wasn’t surprising that he barely noticed.
So Stella was torn, because if she wanted her career at the Met; saving lives, pursuing the course of justice - then she had to toe the delicate line of acceptability. Even when it felt like the other side of that line was exactly where the saving lives and the justice lay. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't make it make sense.
But it had to make sense somehow. Somehow she was missing something.
It was like she constantly had to sacrifice doing the right thing, for the opportunity to keep having the opportunity to do the right thing - knowing that if she ever simply did the right thing, she’d be a failure. And would promptly be treated as such.
Stella was aware that Sally saw her as some sort of righteous hero who spoke up about a bunch of stuff that most agents knew to shut up about; but she didn’t realise just how much Stella did simply let things slide. How much she avoided because she knew that if she looked too closely she’d have to see her own culpability. Her Guilt. Fucking guilt, there was no use pretending that that wasn't what it was.
Their first late night conversation in the van played back in her mind and she felt now that there was a lot she might have said differently. She'd protested too much.
Trying to wrap her mind around the sordidness of it all made her want to punch a wall. Or else just sleep for a week.
She instead fumbled for the flask of tea she’d made for the journey; and washed down her bitter frustration. The tea was persuasively sweet. She’d figure it out, she just had to make sure of some things.
When Sally had still worked at the Yard this had all seemed much easier. No less convoluted by any means, but also not unmanageable. Perhaps it was less that the problems felt smaller but that she felt a bit bigger than them. Detective Hopkins versus the world felt like a joke, but Hopkins and Donovan versus the world was at least a breathtaking game to watch.
As she eased onto the fast lane of another high-way, her mind shifted to Sally’s cold case. The case that had finally pushed her out of the Yard for good was also the case she’d probably fought the hardest for. It was unlike Sally to concede defeat, perhaps that was why she'd ejected herself when a win looked to be impossible.
That case that had twisted her entire life inside out. It lay, like a pandora’s box in a locked cabinet under Stella’s desk and every now and then she riffled through it.
It was nothing spectacular, or out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t see what about it made Sally abandon everything in search for answers - all of a sudden. Children went missing every day. If they were to stick to every case older than 6 years where a child had gone missing and turned up dead in the river, that’s all they would ever do. But they didn’t. Because accidents happened, and people got careless, and some things were just not the Police’s job.
But Sally knew that as well as she did, which meant there was something about the case that she was keeping to herself. Some details that made this case stand out. Somehow she was... missing something.
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Chapter 5 Snippet: For You
#bbc sherlock#fanfiction#stally#Stella Hopkins#Sally Donovan#Janine Hawkins#Ella Thompson#camping fic#wlw side characters#sherlock wlw#wlw wednesday#rarepair#ao3#The Rivers of New Scotland Yard#TRONSY#tjlc#tjlc is real#fic rec
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