re: dead girl haunting.
some of the journal entries fleur wrote during her stay on a psychiatric hospital ,
november 11th, 1991: i’m losing myself in pieces and i don’t think i will ever recover. she took me down and discarded me without even thinking twice. does she ever think about me as much as i think about her?
march 3rd, 1993: i hope she hates his clinginess. i hope she realizes how stupid she is and comes back to help me. what did i even do wrong?
august 29th, 1995: i can’t take it anymore. i pretend to be fine so i can get out of here, but i feel like killing myself as soon as i step on the street.
fleur left the hospital on january 3rd, 1996. she went into rehab at 1999. fleur montenegro was declared dead on november 7th, 2007.
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DO NOT LET SOCIAL MEDIA TURN YOU INTO AN AMERICAN
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Spring Feelings
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TRUTH Collective / Rowena – Fatpack @ Kustom9 (Wasabi+ Truth collab) ❤Tres Blah – Belle Dress – Fatpack @ Collabor88 ❤fleur. daisy scrunchie / big [wear me]
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LW: Bento Poses – Spring Feelings 2
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Pitaya – Spring van – Green @ FaMESHed ❤TLG – Daisies and LadybirdsThe Little Branch LB_SwitchCane{Cluster}*Mesh ❤The Little Branch LB_WhiteFlowers1{Rounded-Field} ❤The Little…
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i've gotta be honest this transgender day of visibility has been entirely hollow to me. smarter blogs than mine have said it, but over the last few months there hasn't been a day where transfems have had a single fucking second of release from this constant panopticon of hyper-visibility that has been constructed around us.
how am i supposed to feel happy at all in the fact that i'm "seen" when the only thing that visibility has brought my community is destruction?
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husband!könig who is well aware of how much an important man he is — a higher ranked in-position soldier, a colonel to kortac. other than filling in the status of your significant other, he was undoubtedly a man of both authority and independence. this also means a routine to expect on how regularly he's contacted about work, calls and messages throughout the day sourcing from that cellphone of his even when he's temporarily relieved off of his duties—and when he’s got his cock pounding into your sweet little cunt.
könig uses his shoulder and ear to hold his phone up, those stoic eyes of his holding a certain playful sort-of gleam to them as he watched you slap a hand over your mouth while struggling to hold in those needy moans you couldn't help but let out when the motions of his thrusts grows more violent and rabid just to catch you off guard in keeping quiet. he silently chuckles to himself before using his now-free hand to rub a thumb at your engorged clit and the other supported at your waist while he continued speaking on the other end with, who you assumed, was another higher-rank just like him.
"oh, my wife? she’s a real good girl, taking things so well - our marriage and all." he said into the phone, his smirk seeming to grow along with those words. (which seemed to have an ambigious meaning.)
and when he’s done practically torturing you with multi-tasking on both giving you a good temporary quiet fuck and talking business, his phone is thrown and long abandoned on the further corner of the bed—sheets coming off the edge and shuffled in a disorderly fashion. both large palms are clasped over your waist, his upper body sloped over you and having you in a shadowy cover. your hand shakily falls from your mouth, resuming this symphony of desperate noises of pleasure out-loud instead of muffled with your hands to his back and painting red lines into the naked stretch there. könig's onslaught of brutal thrusts kiss right up against your cervix, giving you remembrance to his each vein, each detail to his cock whenever he fucked into you just like this.
"you're such a spoiled girl, engel, — scheiße, — just couldn't wait until i was done to fuck this pretty little pussy of yours." he chuckles breathily, throwing his head back while grunting alongside and feeling himself losing entirely into you. "but who am i to refuse my pretty wife, huh?"
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Scattering blossoms, the dream of a butterfly...
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