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long live mac miller ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
RIP Mac Miller.
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I’ll never get over Mac’s death. This shit still tears me up almost two years later. Such a beautiful human being and the fact that he isn’t here makes me so fucking sad.
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why am I such a whore for timothee chalamet’s bass solo scene in lady bird??!!?
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“Gaslighting is when someone manipulates information to make the victim question their own experience, memory, or reality. People are able to recognize gaslighting when it comes to relationships, friendships, work settings, and issues like sexism. But when it comes to racial gaslighting, there is an immense disconnect,” Jacquelyn (@Ogorchukwuu) said.
“I have noticed that in general, people are able to acknowledge abusive behaviors such as narcissism, manipulation, and gaslighting. However, it is difficult for people to see how these forms of abuse are ever-present in conversations about racism.”
For many BIPOC, racial gaslighting has been a longtime reality, especially as they share their experiences with racism online and in real life. Instead of building understanding and allyship, racial gaslighting deflects important conversations about race and silences BIPOC voices that need to be heard.
“When BIPOC share their experience with racism or confront someone about their racist behavior, the immediate reaction of the perpetrator is to question the victim’s experience, memory, or reality,” Jacquelyn (@Ogorchukwuu) said.
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Baby Fever
Pairing: Fezco/Reader
Summary: After visiting your sister’s newborn baby, Fezco has an idea.
Warning: Profanity.
A/N: A quick little imagine. I love the idea of Fez having a baby and idk why 😭 Hope you all like it!!
“Didn’t she have the most beautiful baby blue eyes?” you asked your fiancé, Fezco, as you walked into the house. You had just come back from visiting your newborn niece for the first time, and it was safe to say you were in love.
Fezco laughed a little and placed the car keys on the kitchen counter. “Her eyes were closed the entire time, babe.” he said.
You rolled your eyes. “She opened them for a split second. I saw it,” you argued, “I’m just obsessed with her.” you admitted with a dreamy look in your eyes as you both walked down the hallway into your shared bedroom.
Fezco gazed at you as you started taking your jewelry off piece by piece. You turned to look at him, quirking your eyebrow up. “What?” you asked.
“Nothing, mamas. Just looking at you.” he replied, staring at you as you changed from your day clothes into one of his many loose t-shirts and pajama shorts.
“You do that when you’re thinking.” you said to him in an inquisitive tone. You knew him all too well.
“I just had an idea.” he replied, simply. Fezco always was a man of few words. You loved and hated that about him.
Sensing an important conversation emerging, you sat down next to him on the bed. “And?” you asked, dragging the word out to create a question.
He sighed, before taking your left hand and rubbing his finger over your radiant engagement ring. He suddenly felt nervous, a feeling that he had only felt a handful of times with you. “Well, I was wondering what you thought about having our own?” he asked.
You were confused. “Our own? Our own what?” you questioned.
“Our own baby.” he said, his stomach in knots.
You were taken aback. You had always dreamed of having a baby with Fez. You caught yourself wondering if they would have his big, green eyes or your caramel colored locks on more than a few occasions, but you always convinced yourself that he wasn’t ready. Children were not a good combination with his former profession, but he traded that life for a safer one. Perhaps, this was a good time.
You bit your lip to conceal your excited smile. “Are you sure? Babies are hard work.” you asked hesitantly.
Fezco peered deeply into your eyes, wanting you to see how serious he was. “I was watching you hold her and ion know, babe. I just got this lil feeling in my stomach. All warm and shit. It had me wondering what it’d be like to see you holding our own baby. Half you, half me. I know you’d be a great mom. I wanna have that with you.” he confessed.
Your eyes watered with happiness. “Fez, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Fuck, I love you so much. Yes! Let’s have a baby.” you cried happily.
He smiled, leaning over to pull you into his arms and hug you tight. “I love you, mamas,” he said before kissing you softly and pulling back with a smirk plastered on his face, “Now let me put a baby in you.”
You laughed loudly, falling back onto the bed and making grabby hands at him. “Please do.”
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