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wroteclassicaly · 8 minutes
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i love being up early but i love being up late. and i love getting lots of sleep. what now.
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wroteclassicaly · 29 minutes
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this fit is doing things to me
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wroteclassicaly · 35 minutes
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"this character wouldn't-" i had sex with him in my mind palace. come back with a warrant.
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wroteclassicaly · 1 hour
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Sissy Spacek while filming Carrie, 1976
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wroteclassicaly · 2 hours
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Just realized I’ve adapted well to curating my space here, because I no longer complain on notes, I stay in my lane, and I’m just doing my own thing without two fucks given, and I don’t belong to any friend group — I just float around with my loser ass blog and my loser ass writing ☺️😭
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wroteclassicaly · 2 hours
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JOE KEERY as GATOR TILLMAN in Fargo Season Five
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wroteclassicaly · 2 hours
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Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.
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wroteclassicaly · 2 hours
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My fur baby did have cancer, but the doctor said he’s sure he got it all ❤️🥹
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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we should be getting iced coffee and going to creepy and musty antique stores together why must we be separated by our screens…
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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i love him. obviously.
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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A li’l self-indulgent bestfriend!eddie fluff. Reader w/ boobies.
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Eddie’s not a total pig, okay?
He can control himself just fine when necessary. He’s fully capable of maintaining a conversation without his brain short circuiting at the sight of something that makes all the tiny Eddie’s in his head run around like chickens with their heads cut off. That is…except for right now.
Because right now there are boobs in front of his face. And not just any boobs. Your boobs.
“Eddie!” You huff loudly and drop your shirt. “You’re not even listening to me, are you?”
He blinks a few times, reluctantly coming out of his daze to look up at you and the appalled frown on your face. His cheeks burn with his humiliation and his mouth falls open as he stammers through his attempt to recall what you just said.
You roll your eyes, sighing all heavy and petulant as you climb off his bed.
“Hey!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up to really sell the ruse of being offended. “You’re the one whipping out your bits all willy nilly. Can’t exactly expect me to concentrate.”
Over your shoulder you fix him with a glare and snatched up one of his Hellfire figurines to chuck it at him. The freshly painted figure ricocheted off his elbow as he threw his arms up in front of him, fighting back giggles as you scolded him.
“I came to you for advice, not to be ogled!”
Well, that was your first mistake, Eddie thought to himself. Because when it came to you there was no scenario that didn’t involve ogling.
“I’m sorry. Okay? I…I got distracted. But that’s what you’re going for, right? Weren’t you asking if they look good?”
“It’s not about whether they look good, I just…I need to know if they look even.”
Even? Even, how? Even more fucking incredible than normal? Even more mouth-watering? Even better than what Eddie’s been imagining more and more over the last few years.
“Even, how?” he asks.
“Like…normal.” You groan. “He says one of them is way bigger and I thought maybe this one would minimize the problem.”
“Problem?” Eddie snorted. “There’s not a single fucking problem with them.”
You roll your eyes at him again, but it’s not quick enough to hide the smile that started to blossom on your lips when he says that. Eddie’s bed frame squeaks in protest as he hops off the bed and comes to stand in front of you, solemn and serious in a way he almost never is.
“Sweetheart…they’re perfect.”
You’re perfect, he wants to say.
A little pride creeps into your voice as you tilt your head gently and glance briefly down at your own chest before looking back at him.
“Really?”
“Really, really. Literally, maybe, definitely, the greatest ones I’ll ever see in my life.”
A laugh bubbles out of his chest and you honestly feel like you’re going to melt into the carpet under your feet. And suddenly you can’t remember for the life of you why you even bothered with this other guy in the first place.
Because the guy you bought this stupid fancy bra for has never called them, or anything on you for that matter, perfect. And he’s never looked at you the way Eddie is looking at you.
You bit down gently on your bottom lip, absently walking your fingers along the edge of Eddie’s dresser, scratching at the chipped paint.
“Do you, um…do you think you got a good enough look?”
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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[Eddie's boner has entered the chat]
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[from the upcoming ch.17 of Don't Stand So Close To Me]
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wroteclassicaly · 5 hours
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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.
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wroteclassicaly · 6 hours
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life's too short to write for an imaginary critic that you fear will hate what you wrote
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wroteclassicaly · 7 hours
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