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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

#ooc

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she so fine

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SABRINA CARPENTER photographed for her new single 'Espresso'

#i don't even remember the chara's name but fuck it

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She’s so adorable omg

#aberdeen #mirror: aberdeen

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am i allowed to say stuff on here?

#ooc #the gang joining groups

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━━━✥◈ Valentine Bird ◈✥━━━

A little Valentine's Day sketch, 2019.

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KRISTEN STEWART Rolling Stone Magazine (Feb, 2024)

#wanted opposite

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"Let's do it," he said, and looked at the map to see where they should take a turn. "Venice? Or further out?" The second option sounded more appealing as soon as he said it, but before Sasha could answer his phone hooked up to the car said a call was coming through on the screen. From Nate aka Dogfucker as the name displayed on the screen. Tyson picked it up, greeted him with more than usual excitement, told him all about the new car they were driving in. "Damn man, congrats," Nate replied on the other end, sounding a little off. What's up? Tyson asked, and heard a concerning story. Fucko was sick, or at least he seemed to be vomiting a lot. Nate's car was in repairs again and he was about to order a Lyft to come pick them up and take them to the vet. Tyson glanced over at Sasha as if wordlessly trying to communicate something. Then he offered to help. "Hey man, we'll swing by." Nate sounded surprised. "What? Are you in the area?" He answered, "Just left work, we can be there in like, fifteen." Nate seemed relieved by the offer. Tyson did a U-turn to turn around and head toward Silverlake, eager to help out his friend.

She turned to face Tyson, confused. "Why not? Water's gonna wash it off." It would, wouldn't it? She felt bad, standing aside doing nothing while Tyson cleaned up bird shit from their windshield, but there was only one napkin and he'd already taken it. He wouldn't have swapped places with her anyway. The job was done before long and the two got back in the car. Sasha turned to Tyson again, ignoring the urge to repeat the Mexico joke. "Wanna go to the beach?" It was a minute since the last time they were there.

#tyson #tyson.sasha #tyson.sasha.038

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“I ain’t using the wipers on this,” Tyson said, like that was obvious. That would just smear shit all over their windshield wouldn’t it? Just what they needed. Tyson took her offered balled up napkin and approached the offensive stain gingerly, wondering how to best remove it. Just his luck, on the brand new (used) car straight off the lot. He managed to scoop most of it off, and dumped the tissue on the ground. Only the outline of the offense remained. Fuck it. Good enough. He got back in the driver’s and started the car up with a push, the air conditioner immediately coming to life. They didn’t really need it anymore, the sun was down and it was night now. He turned it off and rolled the windows down instead. “Right. Where we off to now, baby?” She could pick a place and they’d drive there. Anywhere.

He gave a simple shrug when Sasha looked impressed, asking him if he'd looked it up. He had done some browsing, here and there. Future planning. "Would if I could," he answered, smirking. He finished his soda, asked them to wrap the rest of the nachos To Go, and they were done there, full up on good food (and each other). They left the shop the same way they came in, Tyson holding Sasha's hand, and the bag in the other. He gave her hand a squeeze, looking her way as they walked to their brand new, shiny car. "Goddamn it," he cursed when they reached the Trailblazer, a little irritated but not too much. In the time they'd been gone, a pigeon or some other bird had pooped on the windshield. Not a lot, just one spot, but it was enough to make Tyson wanna do something about it. "You got a tissue?" he asked Sasha.

#mobile

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WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT? (2023) — dir. shekhar kapur

#emma #mirror: emma

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He gave a simple shrug when Sasha looked impressed, asking him if he'd looked it up. He had done some browsing, here and there. Future planning. "Would if I could," he answered, smirking. He finished his soda, asked them to wrap the rest of the nachos To Go, and they were done there, full up on good food (and each other). They left the shop the same way they came in, Tyson holding Sasha's hand, and the bag in the other. He gave her hand a squeeze, looking her way as they walked to their brand new, shiny car. "Goddamn it," he cursed when they reached the Trailblazer, a little irritated but not too much. In the time they'd been gone, a pigeon or some other bird had pooped on the windshield. Not a lot, just one spot, but it was enough to make Tyson wanna do something about it. "You got a tissue?" he asked Sasha.

His breath tickled her ear. Sasha was still smiling but she was leaning into him again, pulled at him like he was a magnet. Snapping out of it only when Tyson mentioned a gas station to turn and look, deer in the headlights. "You looked that up?" He was looking up gas station prices. She knew why, of course she did. "Shit, baby." She wasn't even thinking of that herself anymore, not in the near future at least. It was a far and distant maybe, one day in the future, if all their ducks were in a row, if it looked like a good idea for their family when said far and distant future came. She wasn't that into her current job, but she didn't hate it either. It was just what it took to put food on the table, and for that alone she could keep doing it forever without complaints. She looked at Tyson again. Her husband, who actually cared if she did or not, her husband who remembered all the nonsense she'd shared with him, took it seriously, was carving out space in his plans for it. Her bottom lip was trembling as she wrapped her small hand around his arm. "Thank god for that", she laughed, voice shaky. "Or you'd've pulled up today like baby I got you a gas station."

#tyson #tyson.sasha #tyson.sasha.038

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"Yeahh...you're right," he said with a smile that grew wider and easier by the second. He really would go above and beyond to get her whatever she asked for, the minute she asked for it. He was that kind of boyfriend. He laughed, licking his lips and leaning in so only Sasha could hear what he whispered into her ear. "Well if that's how it's gotta be..." He took another sip. "Nah, I mean...you don't wanna work at TJ's forever right? And we can't afford that gas station for you to manage just yet. I looked up how much they cost. Anywhere from a quarter milli to a million to start one up." He'd been googling on his old laptop, some nights, here and there. Figuring it out. He knew that was Sasha's dream, so he wanted to help make that come true, too. Down the line somewhere. "We'd get that all back if we got one though. And then some." Truly it was actually a smart and neat idea, to have a side income stream coming in that wasn't from his boxing career. Kids were fucking expensive and this state bled you dry on taxes. Maybe his wife was a genius.

"But I love you." She reached for her Dr. Pepper, taking a big sip before turning his way again, leaning all the way into his space and putting her hand back into his shirt. "And if I start demanding now you'll go out and start buying me shit now. I know you, Dobbs." She smiled at the promise, kissed him again. "Oh yeah? How? By keepin' me pregnant forever?"

#tyson #tyson.sasha #tyson.sasha.038

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"You're s'pose to demand stuff," he said, kissing her again, smothering her in kisses before he too took another bite, a nacho loaded with cheese and meat that he devoured in one big crunch. He spoke with his mouth full. "How m'I s'pose to be that husband who spoils his wife rotten if you don't?" He smiled around that food, wiped down his mouth with a napkin and looked at her with a tilt of his head. The door's bell chimed and a man entered the shop. "Babe, you work more than me. You are bringing in more money." Right now, she definitely was. He looked outside as he contemplated that, toyed with his soda bottle, turning it where it stood on the table. "Just gimme a year or so. I'll make it so you can quit." That was the goal for Tyson, no matter what Sasha said. He wanted to be the sole breadwinner, wanted to be able to take care of her and for Sasha to not have a care in the world. He'd get there, or else.

Tyson's eyes zoomed out for a moment. He remembered too. He leaned even closer and so did Sasha, their sides brushing against the other's now. She wanted even closer, wanted inside his shirt again. He was her yellow lambo. "Got everything I want already." She pressed a kiss on his cheek. "But I'mma think of something when we rich." Another kiss and she was back to her food. "Wish I could bring in more money too though." She wasn't pulling her weight. Never had in the entirety of their relationship. She knew Tyson didn't mind, but she did. They were supposed to start a family soon.

#tyson #tyson.sasha #tyson.sasha.038 #sooooo new hc he works tjs 2x a week only #on account of focusing on the boxing career etc etc #she prob does 5x a week or something

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Tyson remembered. How could he forget? The night he caved and went back on their thing, so glad that he did now, but it was only ever going to be a matter of time. Something would have gave in that situation always. Whether it was Frank getting busted or Tyson busting the two of them out, it would have happened either way. He didn't get stubborn about a lot of things, but he had wanted Sasha more than anything else, and knowing she wanted him too like that? He would have moved heaven and earth to make it happen. He even remembers telling her he'd never love anybody the way he loved her, and that too had been every bit true. He was a different man now, he had 26 fights under his belt and this year they were going to double that amount, Eddie promised. Not one tournament coming up, but two. They were on the road to turning him pro, and this was the way to that road. And his amateur record was a pretty solid one: 23-3. Only three losses. He had taken each one as personally as possible, but those would be his last. He wanted to make sure of that. All he was going to score from now on was wins. "Hm?" Momentarily distracted with this train of thought, he let an easy smile rest on his face. "Yeah baby. I'ma get you that yellow lambo." His hand drew up her back, his seat scooted right next to hers. They were practically melded into one another. Tyson leaned in, left a kiss where her jaw met her earlobe. "And anything else you want."

She kept looking at him, took his hand to steal some of the sauce covering it. "Yeah", she agreed. "You're a great dad already." It was supposed to be a joke, but it wasn't. Tyson went back to his food and Sasha did the same, picking up her sandwich again only to stop when he mentioned Ferraris and Corvettes. "Want a yellow Lambo." Did he remember? Maybe he didn't, but Sasha still did. It wasn't the car, just the promise.

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"Yeah. Well I asked...about car seats." He licked his fingers, they were covered in hot sauce and tasting good. His tacos demolished, he moved back onto the nachos, which were enough to feed a small army with a whole bunch still left. He wiped his fingers with a napkin and took a sip of soda. "I asked if it was secure for baby seats. Y'know..." Because sooner or later, they'd probably need that. He sipped on his soda some more and then leaned in with his chair. If they got any closer they'd be sitting in one another's laps. "I love you. S'much." His hand went around her waist, and stayed there. "Eddie says once I get a sponsor we'll get a lot more money comin' in. So you gotta pick. Corvette or Lambo? Or...a shiny red Ferrari?" Of course he was already planning ahead, to that.

She leaned in when he did and didn't pull away after, not even noticing. It only made sense, being as close to him as possible. "Really?", she asked, surprised, smiling immediately. "The guy told you that?" The rest of their food was ready and Tyson got up to get it, the two of them getting busy enough with it that for a moment the table was quiet. Tyson finished first, leaned back in his chair as Sasha kept eating, only putting down what was left of her sandwich when he spoke again to lean against him and put her hand back under his shirt, where it liked to be. She didn't squeeze this time. Not after all this food. "Nah, baby, I did." She turned her head to kiss his jaw. "You told the guy you wanted a family car?"

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They got the nachos first and Tyson shared them with her, putting them between each other and digging in, with a loud crunch. He stopped mid-chew when she said baby seats. Swallowed, leaned in, and pressed his closed lips to hers. He didn't fully kiss her cause he still had food in his mouth, but he couldn't not kiss her. "Hell yeah. Fits three kid seats side by side," he said, shooting her a smirk with a twinkle in his eye. Three kids, it would be a minute before they had three kids, but did he want that with her? Yes and then some. The rest of their food was ready and Tyson brought it back to their table, digging into his tacos in speedy fashion. He finished eating faster than her, chugged down most of a glass bottle Jarritos, and let out a burp that probably should've been quieter for a public space. But nobody seemed to mind. He spent the rest of his time leaned up on the table, staring away at Sasha eating like he had light up hearts hammered into his eyes. "Shit, I married an angel," he said, looking at her like they were sprawled in bed side by side, not at an eating establishment. But that's how it always went. Sometimes, in certain moments with Sasha, the rest of the world just stopped existing.

She turned her wide eyes to her husband now. "You know so much." Good thing at least one of them did. Of course it would be Tyson. Their food finally ready, they made it to an empty table, sitting next to each other, Sasha lifting a leg to rest on Tyson's thigh under the table, her cap on top of his. Their car was beautiful, the best car in the parking lot in her opinion. She smiled when he asked her again, feeling the warmth at the pit of her stomach knowing he cared about her opinion this much, that he needed her approval twice. She didn't deserve that, not from Tyson, and yet here he was, offering, like Tyson did. "Yeah." She held back from fully hugging him, giving him the space to eat because he clearly hadn't had much to eat all day. If anything. "It's beautiful." She lifted her own sandwich to her lips, a little past halfway done with it, hungry too. "All that space in the backseat too. Perfect for the baby seats." Plural.

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[swimsuit from beach bunny swimwear, rhinestone heart leg chain, flowers & candy from trader joe's] @imaginarybabies

To my beauitful wife, I love you so much You are the best thing that ever happened to me Love Tyson

#tyson #tyson.sasha #tyson x sasha #valentine's