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mxgicshxrd · 1 month
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4. Favorite thing about roleplaying?
♡ Munday Meme ♡||Accepting!!
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Hell!! I can't name just one thing I love about rping!!! LOL!!! Ok. Hold on. I think I can-- its when the muse whispers in their writer's ear new things about themselves. I love that the most. Thanks girlie!! Appreciate the ask!!
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charlizekkelly · 9 months
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hungry like the wolf
Spicy Prompt: “Look how well you’re taking me.”
Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)
Word Count: 2167
TW’s: Size kink, slight somophilia, dub-con (??), non-con, pet names (sweet girl & good girl), biting and blood play.
Author's Note: God damn. This got out of hand and like Dwayne, this is a big one (I'm sorry I had to). Who wouldn't want to be fucked senseless by him? Let's be honest, he's the man and would fuck like a God.
Tags (Dwayne's hoes) : @ghoulgeousimmaculate @britany1997 @misslavenderlady @dwaynesluscioushair @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @lostinsantacarla
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!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!
The alkaline-infused breeze skittered down the tunnelways of the cavernous home, carrying the scent of the ever-changing tides of Hudson’s Bluff through the cave, blustering the flames within the fire barrels or the candles perched upon rock crevices. Not that it mattered to her, tucked beneath the assortment of blankets on Dwayne’s bed with soft candlelight illuminating the room. Oblivious to the path his thoughts had taken as he peered down at her with dark irises, lingering on the dark fabric of his shirt and the white-lace panties he glimpsed from where her leg stuck out from beneath the sheets, his shirt riding up her body in a way that made him want to groan.
Dwayne was many things–patient, caring, attentive, coolheaded and loyal–but with her, he found himself obsessing over the way she smiled up at him whenever they spoke. Or the way she laughed and he had to feign nonchalance like the sound hadn’t sent blood rushing to his dick and a multitude of thoughts to careen through his head. Of how she tasted, the way he could make her squirm, the sounds she made or the way she felt wrapped around his cock.
This isn’t helping me, at all, he thought, watching as she shifted on the mattress and he gingerly slipped from beneath the sheets. 
Heading toward the room’s doorway before her voice rippled to his ears and he came to a jarring halt, his head turning ever-so-slowly back to where she lay, sound asleep. He waited a moment, locked in the doorway with his gaze pinned upon her, wondering if this was a cruel mind trick played by Paul and Marko. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if David was a part of it–all three blonds notorious for their love of mind games.
But then, the saccharine call he thought he’d heard from her lips filled his ears. A sound so sweet, it almost brought him to his knees. Something his companions continuously taunted him about, the trio aware of his infatuation with the human woman he cared about. But neither of the trio was game enough to cross him, knowing the ease with which he went from coolheaded to protective–possessive–but it didn’t deter their playful jests.
“Dwayne,” she called again, her voice all breathy and laced with lust.
As hard as he tried–which wasn’t very hard at all–he couldn’t fight the smug grin that crept across his face, approaching her with wolfish ease. He knew she was a moderately light sleeper but still, he reached out and pulled the blankets away from her body, baring her to his hungry eyes as he sunk onto his jean-clad knees at the end of the bed and admired her for several moments.
It was as she shifted on the mattress and his dark irises locked on the pearl-white lace that contrasted perfectly with her skin, that his deeply timbered voice filled the room. “Fuck.”
“If you’re going to fuck her, can I watch?” Came Paul’s husky voice through their pack’s bond.
Dwayne’s eyes rolled at the hopeful edge of his companion’s voice–and where he wasn’t opposed to sharing her with him–he didn’t want to share her right now. “Paul,” he warned.
“Is that a yes?” Paul questioned, an audible sigh skittering down their bond when the brunette didn’t immediately respond. “Dwayne?”
Dwayne’s large palms smoothed over her bare legs, up her thighs until he grasped the soft flesh and gently pulled her to the bed’s edge, careful not to wake her as his stare traversed her features. 
“Not tonight.” Came his distracted response before Paul’s presence vanished from his mind.
With a tenderness he reserved for her and her alone, he parted her legs until the flesh of her thigh pressed and bracketed his shoulders. Careful not to nick her skin as he lithely cut the lace from her body, tossing it over his shoulder with little care before he settled his hands upon her inner thighs. Kneading the flesh for a moment as if to savour the feel of her, his ebony tresses tousled and framed his face like a wrathful god whilst his umber gaze remained trained on her face as he dipped his head and his tongue dragged a sensual trail over her labia.
A soft noise tumbled from her lips as he focused his attention on her clit for several seconds, his fingertips sinking into her skin when he dragged a slow stripe up her cunt. He couldn’t stop the low groan that emanated from the depths of his chest if he tried as the taste of her cloyed on his tongue, the sound vibrating into her clit in a way that drew a soft, sleepy gasp from her lips, and for her eyes to groggily blink down at him. 
“Dwayne…what are you–what are you doing?” Her brows furrowed as a breathy moan tumbled from her mouth and she subconsciously ground her cunt into his face, his grasp tightening on her in response.
His head lifted from her cunt, grinning up at her whilst his fingers leisurely toyed with her clit. Like he had all the time in the world. “Oh, this?” He drawled, feigning confusion, fingers dragging the mix of his saliva and her arousal up to circle the sensitive nerve ending, a sharp breath sucked into her chest as a single, thick digit salaciously sunk into her cunt. “I’m taking care of my sweet girl. I’m worshipping her.”
His finger dragged torturously slow, his eyes locked on her face and the way her head tipped back into the sheets when his thumb pressed into her clit, a second digit slipping into her cunt as his pace never faltered. Dwayne’s fingers continued their steady strokes, fingertips curling in a way that wrenched a guttural moan from her lips and a dozen curses to rent off the cavernous walls.
“Fuck, Dwayne. Don’t stop,” she said, hands bunching the sheets beneath her.
“And refuse you of what you want? I don’t think so. I do have a better idea that’ll benefit us both.” A dark chuckle filled her ears, his eyes flashing with something sinful as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and they nimbly unbuttoned his jeans, shoving the fabric down his muscular legs and kicking it off to the side. 
“Benefit us both how?” She said, holding his dark gaze.
“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.” Came his response as his lips tugged into a wolfish grin.
Without much thought, her legs dutifully parted for him, creating more space for him between her thighs as he discarded his boxers in the same direction as his pants. She watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself, stepping into the space between her legs before he teasingly dragged his tip across her cunt and one of his hands grasped the flesh of her hip, the other pressed into the fabric beside her.
“Please,” she murmured as he lowered his head and his lips brushed hers, drawing circles into her clit with the head of his cock.
The muscles of his abdomen rippled beneath his skin, capturing her attention before his voice filled her ears. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me what you want. Use your words.”
“I want you,” she breathed out against his lips, pushing herself onto her elbows so she could connect their lips, kissing him whilst one of her hands skittered over the chorded muscles of his arm and tangled in his dark locks.
And like it took everything in him to pull away–his lips hovering above hers a hairsbreadth away–the hand by her side balled into a fist and his voice lowered several, heady octaves. “Where?” He grounded out through clenched teeth, the action seeming to sharpen his jawline.
Her brows furrowed with confusion for a moment. “What?”
“Where do you want me, sweet girl? Where do you want my cock?” He rasped, pressing a sensual kiss to the underside of her jaw before he nipped at the soft skin.
“Inside me,” she said, gasping as the first few inches of his cock plunged into her cunt, his girth stretching her insides in a euphoric way. His lips met with hers for a moment, kissing her with ravaging quality before she pulled away from his mouth. “Dwayne,” her gaze darted to where they were connected and the inches his cock still needed to enter her–every glorious inch of him that sent her mind reeling–as he slowly pressed more of his cock into her. “You’re so…big.”
He hummed in response, pressing firm, adoration-filled kisses to her throat. “You say that every time, my love, but look how well you’re taking me.”
His words clamoured in her mind, dousing her in a lust-filled haze when he slowly drew back and plunged the rest of his cock into her, his thumb drawing circles into her clit. A breathy moan–part curse, part garbled moan–fell from her lips, body sinking into the mattress as he quickened the pace of his thrusts and the head of his cock brushed a spot inside her that made her squirm.
Dwayne’s dark tut traipsed across the room, hands grasping her hips to prevent her from squirming. “Not so fast. You wanted me inside you and I gave it to you. So now, you’re going to take it like a good girl.” His thrusts deepened as he peered down at her, revelling in the way soft pants escaped past her lips. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes,” she breathed dazedly, gasping as his cock pressed against her G-spot and the budding tide of her orgasm crept to the forefront of her mind. “Fuck, Dwayne. I’m your good girl.”
A deep groan fell through his lips, head tipping up to the ceiling as he purposely thrust his hips in a way that he knew would collide with her G-spot and his thumb pressed into her clit, mounting her orgasm as he felt her clench around his cock.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he praised, tearing his gaze from the roof to traverse her body before his thrusts seemed to falter and he hurriedly freed her from the dark fabric of his shirt. His mind short-circuited for a moment when his stare landed on where his cock thrust steadily into her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he refocused on her bare body.
A large hand cupped her breast, mildly irritated at himself for not paying them any attention sooner as he rolled one taut nipple between his fingers whilst his mouth captured the other and he alternated between circling her nipple with his tongue and sucking hickeys into her skin.
“Dwayne,” she moaned, all breathy and filled with a desperation he recognised.
He knew what she wanted the moment her strained plea met his ears, pulling away from her breasts as the hand at her hip tightened and he rolled his hips in a way that drew another moan from her lips, her cunt clenching around him. “Yes, my sweet girl?”
His lips brushed against hers, her soft pants warming his face as he peered down at her with wolfish delight and she managed to form a coherent sentence through the lust-filled haze of her mind. “I’m going to cum. Fuck, let me cum…please.”
“With manners like that? Who am I to deny you?” he drawled, his hand trailing over her chest to grasp the nape of her neck. Supporting her head as he drew her closer to himself and his teeth elongated into fangs, sinking into her throat in the same moment the head of his cock brushed against her G-spot.
A pleasure-riddled moan echoed across the room and down the darkened tunnelways, no doubt reaching Marko, David and Paul’s ears as she came and he swallowed languid mouthfuls of her blood. He pulled away from her throat in the next heartbeat, head tipping back to the ceiling as he came with a guttural moan, fingertips sinking into her hips.
Her blood coated his chin, dripping down his throat to the chiselled plains of his stomach when he refocused on the room around him and he nimbly hooked her legs around his waist, climbing onto the mattress and situating them in the middle of the bed. Dwayne dragged the assortment of blankets over her body as he tucked her into his side, fussing with the pillows until he was satisfied with her comfort and his blood-stained lips pressed a loving kiss to hers, arms woven over her waist.
A content hum tumbled from her lips as his fingers grasped her chin and he angled her head to bare his marks to his gaze, lathing his tongue over the weeping indents he left behind, ensuring they closed beneath his dark stare. The taste of her cloying on his tongue as he forced himself to refrain from plunging his fangs into her throat once more, always craving her like an untapped hunger that couldn’t be quenched.
Hungry like the wolf.
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prettywhenibleed · 1 year
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𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐 (Under The Boardwalk)
Fem Reader x Paul TW: Mental illness, mentions of self-harm, drugs, language Gif: @lostinsantacarla
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For what felt like your whole life, you have struggled with depression, your mind constantly filled with dark thoughts. While you had brief moments where you felt okay, those moments never lasted long as the toxic thoughts your mind would come up with and the almost suffocating feeling of loneliness would creep their way back in and consume you once again. All you have ever wanted was to find someone that you could connect with. Someone that wouldn’t just be there to use you and, once they were done with you, leave. You wanted to love someone and have that person love you back completely. You knew that you had your flaws, everyone did. But you were a good person and did your best to make everyone around you happy, even if that meant that in doing so, you yourself wouldn’t be. You were a people pleaser and at times, you hated it. Constantly being used by people who claimed to be your friends, who claimed to care. “I’ll always be here for you.” “I care about you and I'll never leave you like they did.” They would say, but over time, you grew to realize that they never meant it. They only said it so they could get what they wanted out of you and, once they were done, they would leave you just like everyone else did. In order to not let yourself get hurt again, you had learned to distance yourself from people. You stopped trying to make friends, stopped opening up to people and stopped trying to find love. You knew that it would only result in you getting yourself hurt and you would end up alone again, feeling even more broken than before. By the time you were nineteen, you felt so disconnected from the world around you. Locking yourself away in your room and turning your hurt and anger inwards. You had been self-harming since you were thirteen, cutting yourself, starving yourself and purposely overdosing on pills. You wanted to feel something and nothing at the same time. You had even attempted to end your life at one point but deep down you knew that you didn’t want to die, you just wanted all of the pain to stop. 
Recently, your parents had told you that you would be moving. While you would miss where you lived right now, you had your own little spots that you would walk to to sit while listening to music and be in your own little world, you felt that maybe this could be the chance for a fresh start, though the thoughts that came to your mind after thinking that were that you would be just the same as you were now. Alone, unloved and unworthy of anything positive. Why would moving change anything for you? You would still be the same useless piece of shit you were now. For the next few weeks as you packed, you fantasized about moving to your new home and being happy. In your fantasy, you would find someone that would immediately take to you, wanting to get to know you and you two would fall madly in love. You would also possibly make some friends as well. In your fantasy, you were happy, loved and wanted. But you knew that that would never happen, you weren’t worth anyone's time, let alone their love. But you could always dream. 
Moving day came and you got all packed into your car with your parents and set off to your new home. They had told you that you would be moving to a town called Santa Carla and that it was right near the beach. In fact, there was a boardwalk on the beach that had lots of rides, games and stores for you to explore when you got there. While you thought that it was cool, you didn’t exactly know how fun that would be for you on your own. Maybe you could find a new little secluded and quiet spot where you could spend your time like you did at the spots where you used to live. The drive was long but you eventually made it to your new home. Spending the rest of the day unpacking the moving truck and the car, then all the boxes. By the time night fell, you were exhausted but you decided, reluctantly and after a lot of convincing from your parents, to go to the boardwalk. They were going to go eat dinner and thought that they could drop you off at the boardwalk so you could look around the place. As they dropped you off, your dad handed you some money so you could get something to eat and some extra if you decided to go on any rides. You thanked him and waved them goodbye as they left. You turned in the direction of the boardwalk and took a deep breath before making your way there from the parking lot. 
The boardwalk was pretty crowded, not really great for your anxiety, but all you had to do was grab some food and water and then you would try and find a quiet spot to sit for a while. There were lots of options for food but you decided on something easy, popcorn. You fidgeted with the money in your hands, that you had counted about five times to make sure it would be enough, as you waited. Finally, you got your food and water and quickly made a b-line for the beach. You figured that you could find a spot under the boardwalk to sit for the night. You walked a bit away so that you wouldn’t be near anyone and found the perfect spot. It was dark, quiet and away from the crowds. Sighing in relief, you sat down on the sand and began to eat some of the popcorn. After a few minutes, you were scared almost half to death by the sound of someone's voice, not that far from you. “Hey, ya mind if I steal some of your popcorn, sugar? I got a serious case of the munchies and you’re making that look so good right now.” The man, who was only a few meters from you, asked. You wondered how you didn’t notice him before. You felt frozen to the spot, not sure what to do. You looked down at the food in your hand and back up at him before slowly extending your hand with the food in it towards him. His face broke out in a big goofy grin as he closed the distance and shoved his hand into the bag, pulling his, now popcorn filled, hand out and eating. “Thanks!” He enthusiastically told you as he plopped himself down onto the sand next to you. 
“What’s your name? I’m Paul.” He asked, introducing himself with a mouth full of food. You looked at him for a second and, feeling like he wasn’t much of a threat, just a friendly stoner, you answered. “I uh. My name’s y/n.” You told him, watching as he continued to eat out of his hand. Pretty messily, too. Paul turned to look at you, giving you a smile. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He complimented. You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. You had to remind yourself that he was a stranger. He was stoned and probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “You new here, sugar? I haven’t seen you around before.” He asked, now finally done with his food. “Uh yeah.” You said, reaching for your bottle of water and handing it to him. “Just moved here today, actually.” You finished as he gratefully took the water from you and chugged a good amount of it. You couldn’t help the stifled laugh that left you. “What’s so funny? Do I have something on my face?” He asked, his grin as big as ever. You shook your head. “No, no. Your face is fine. It’s nothing.” You told him. He handed you back your water but you shook your head. “You keep it. You seem to need it more than I do.” You told him with a smile. “Thanks. I got crazy bad cottonmouth.” He told you but then felt the need to clarify. “Cottonmouth, it's wh-” But you cut him off. “I know what it is. That’s why I gave you the bottle. I thought you might need the water.” You told him with an amused look on your face. His face seemed to light up at what you said. “You smoke?” He asked excitedly, to which you nodded. “Yeah, sometimes.” For the rest of the night, you and Paul sat under the boardwalk, smoking, talking and getting to know each other. You could feel the excitement build up inside of you at the prospect of maybe having a friend here but you also made sure not to get your hopes up. Past experiences teaching you better than that but there was something different about Paul. Something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 
That night you went home feeling better than you had when you had left. Paul seemed like a pretty nice and easy going guy and you seemed to have quite a lot in common. You and Paul had made plans to meet up again the next night at the same place, which he had already started calling “our spot”. Maybe living here wasn’t going to be as bad as you had originally thought it was going to be. While you tried your best, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to thoughts of the future and what it would look like. Would you and Paul become close friends? Would it develop into something more? You knew you shouldn’t think that far ahead or assume that he even wanted to go in the romantic direction but you couldn’t help yourself. You drifted off to sleep that night excited for tomorrow night when you would see him again. 
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After he and the others got to the boardwalk, Paul hung out with them for a while, as usual, but then decided to split off and do his own thing. That was how he found himself wandering off to under the boardwalk to smoke and get high. He was there for about an hour, completely in his own world, when he heard someone approaching. He stayed silent as he watched you get closer. He watched as you sat down, not too far from him, and begin to eat some popcorn. His mouth started drooling at the smell of the popcorn and god damn you made it look tasty. He was sufficiently high and had the munchies, so he decided to see if he could sweet talk you into sharing some with him. At first, he was planning on making you a meal but after talking to you and getting to know you, he decided against it. You were one of the coolest girls he’s met in quite a while and you were absolutely gorgeous too. The both of you got along really well and he already felt himself wanting to spend even more time with you. He told you to meet him here again tomorrow night, to which you agreed. He was ecstatic that you wanted to see him again. When he got back to the others, they asked him what he was smiling about but he just told them that he had a good meal and they accepted his answer, not asking him any more questions. Once they all got back to the cave, just before sunrise, and were situating themselves in their nest to go to sleep for the day, Paul’s mind wandered back to you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, resulting in you being the last thing he thought of as he drifted off to sleep.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, you and Paul met up every night under the boardwalk at your spot. You talked, laughed and smoked together. The more you got to know Paul, the more you found yourself falling for him. He was sweet, goofy, kind and seemed to take a genuine interest in you. He made you feel wanted and, while you loved it, it scared you a little. Thoughts going through your head of him only using you and that he would leave when he was done with you, just like everyone else had. Though, whenever you were with Paul, those thoughts never had the chance to stay for too long because he would pull you from those thoughts with his, albeit kinda stupid, jokes he would constantly be telling you. While, yeah they weren’t the best jokes in the world, they still made you laugh and for that, you loved them. Tonight, Paul asked if you wanted to play some of the games on the boardwalk. You happily agreed and you and him got up and made your way out from under the boardwalk on actually onto it. Once on the boardwalk, Paul slung his arm over your shoulders as he directed you to where some of the best games were. You felt your heartbeat quicken as you felt his arm around you. You wondered for a moment if it was a friendly gesture or if it meant more. Did he like you as much as you liked him? You shook the thoughts from your head and just decided to try and turn your brain off for a while and just enjoy your night with Paul. 
As you and Paul played some of the games, you came to the realization that he wasn’t really that good at any of them. It made you laugh at how focused his face would get at times. Not that you were really one to judge, since you weren’t all that great either but you did manage to win a small stuffed lion. After you received your prize, you turned to Paul. “Here.” You said, offering the prize to him. “I won it for you. Looks like you too.” You told him with a smile. Paul’s eyes got wide and a large smile spread across his face as he took the stuffed lion from you. “Really? You won him for me, sugar?” He asked and you nodded. “Yep.” You confirmed. Suddenly, you were pulled into a hug. “Thank you. No one’s ever won something for me before.” He confessed before pulling away. As you two walked down the boardwalk, on your way to get a drink, Paul turned to you, a sly smirk on his face. “So, does this mean we were on a date?” He asked you and you could feel your cheeks heat up. “I umm.” You didn’t know exactly how to answer that but decided to just go for it. “If you want it to be.” You finished, giving him a nervous glance. Paul’s smile just got even bigger at your response. “Well then, I guess we just had our first date.” He said, laying his arm back around your shoulders and bringing you in closer. The both of you walked around for a bit longer before Paul asked you something that made your anxiety spike. “You wanna come meet my friends?” While you wanted to, your anxiety over it made your heart race. What if they didn’t like you? What if they made fun of you? What if- Your racing thoughts were cut off by Paul. “It’s okay, babe. They’ll love you, I promise. I mean, they’re not as cool and good looking as me, but they’re okay.” He said, trying to reassure you and make you laugh. It worked a bit and you agreed to meet them. 
Paul took your hand in his and began to pull you along towards where his friends were. It didn’t take too long to reach them and, when you did, you felt the anxiety start to creep back in. They looked pretty intimidating upon first glance but you tried to remind yourself not to judge them at face value, you wouldn’t want someone to do that to you and Paul was really kind to you, so maybe the others were like him. “Guys, I want you to meet someone.” Paul said once we reached his friends. They all looked towards you and Paul. “This is y/n.” He said, introducing you to them and then he went around the group telling you everybody's names. After you all spoke for a bit, you found that they weren’t as intimidating as you originally thought. Marko was much like Paul and while Dwayne seemed to be pretty quiet, he was still nice. David though, he wasn’t rude to you or anything but he was definitely the one that you still found kind of intimidating. Maybe that’s just how he was? Either way, they all seemed like good people. After a while of standing around talking, Paul asked if you wanted to go back to their place with them and hang out there for a while. You did want to hang out with them all for a while longer, but it was already getting pretty late. “I’m sorry but it’s pretty late and if I don’t head home now, my parents will get mad.” You told him, earning an exaggerated pout from him. “Aw come on, y/n. It’s barely even midnight.” He said, trying to convince you to go with . “Yeah, we promise to get you back soon. Just come hang out for a bit.” Marko said, trying to help Paul out a bit. You thought about it for a moment and caved. “Fine. But I have to call my parents first. I don’t want them worrying.” You told them. Paul and Marko let out a few excited cheers at that. Luckily, your parents were just so happy that you had found some friends that they said it would be okay but to stay safe and not get back too late.
You walked back over to the boys to tell them what your parents had said. “Come on, you’re gonna ride with me, sugar.” Paul told you as he hopped onto his bike and extended his hand for you to take. You took his hand and he helped you onto the back of his bike. “You ever been on a bike before?” He asked, his head turned to the side as he spoke. You shook your head. “No.” He grinned. “Well, you better hold on tight.” He informed you. You wrapped your arms around his torso, your grip tight as your anxiety spiked. Your grip around Paul tightened even more as you sped through the boardwalk, down the stairs and onto the beach. You were surprised that, only after a minute or so, you began to enjoy the ride. It felt so… Freeing. Speeding down the beach, the wind whipping through your hair and the sounds of the boys shouting and laughing. You felt a big grin spread across your face as you closed your eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling. Soon, the four bikes had left the beach and turned onto a trail in a wooded area. You rested your head on Paul’s back, just letting yourself live in the moment and enjoying how it felt to be so close to someone. Before long, the bikes came to a stop. You looked around to see that you were at, what looked to be, a cliff. Getting off the bike with Paul, you gave him a questioning look, to which he gave you a smile and wrapped his arm around you. “It’s just down these steps over here.” He said, pulling you along with him and towards an old looking staircase. You all walked down the stairs, across a small bridge and to the mouth of a cave. Paul helped you down into the cave, making sure you didn’t slip. You looked around in a mixture of shock and awe. 
“You guys live in a cave?” You asked, still looking around at everything. You had to admit, while it wasn’t at all what you were expecting, it was actually pretty cool. “Yeah, ya like it?” Paul confirmed and asked you. “Yeah, I do. It’s a pretty cool place.” You told them. David walked up to you as Paul jumped up onto the edge of the large fountain that was in the middle of the room. “This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla back about eighty years ago. Too bad they built it on a fault.” David told you. “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header into the crack. Now it’s ours.” He finished. You looked at him. “Wow. Lucky you I guess.” You said. “How long have you guys lived here for?” You asked and watched as they all shared looks with each other. “Ah that doesn’t matter.” Marko said, to which you gave him a funny look but just decided to brush it off. Just then, Paul came over to you and handed you the joint that he had been smoking. “Here, let's get high and listen to some music.” He said. You took the joint from Paul and took a hit. “Yeah, cause it’s not like the joints we smoked earlier did anything.” You joked. For a while, you all sat around talking, smoking and listening to some music before David suddenly told Marko to go get some food, to which he obliged and left. So, David was kind of the ring leader of the group, you assumed. You leaned back in your spot on the couch as you began to feel tired. You didn’t want to leave just yet though. “Aw come on. You’re not getting sleepy now, are ya, sugar?” Paul whined from next to you. You turned your head to the side, as it rested against the back of the couch, to face Paul. “I’m still good. Just relaxing.” You told him, your smile lazy and high. Paul laughed at the sight and squished himself closer to you. “Good.” He said with a smile of his own. 
Eventually, Marko got back with the food and handed it out to everyone. You had taken a couple bites of your rice and was about to go for a third, when you looked down to see maggots. You went still and silent as you stared down at it for a few moments before tossing it to the ground in disgust. Noticing this, David spoke up. “Something wrong with your food there, y/n?” He asked with a laugh. You looked up to see a smirk on his face and to see that Marko and even Dwayne were laughing a bit too. You felt your heart sink. They did this? God you were so stupid to think that you had met some nice people that actually wanted to be friends with you. Was Paul a part of this too? You looked over next to you and saw that Paul had a bit of a smile on his face at your reaction. That brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t believe that you had fallen for this shit again. They just brought you here to make fun of you. You stood up and rushed out of the cave. Once you reached the top where the bikes were, you took off running towards home. You didn’t know exactly where you were going, but you had a vague idea. You couldn’t be there anymore, just to be made fun of. After about fifteen minutes, you realized that you were lost. Not having the energy to keep going, you found a spot by a tree and sat under it and finally let the sobs out. You sat there and cried for what felt like hours. Has this whole thing between you and Paul been a big lie? A big fucking setup? You thought that you had finally found someone that actually cared about you, that actually wanted to be with you and that his friends liked you. But like always, you were proven wrong. 
Suddenly, you heard the snap of twigs on the ground and the sound of footsteps getting closer. You looked up and through tear filled eyes, you saw Paul. Great. He had come and found you so he could continue making fun of you. You buried your face further into your knees as he got closer. “Sugar? Look, I’m sorry. It was just a joke, there weren’t really maggots in there. I promise.” He told you, trying to apologize but you couldn’t believe him. Who does that to someone for a fucking joke? You felt Paul beside you as he sat down. He tried to brush the hair away from your face and spoke again. “I know I really fucked up, y/n. I’m sorry. I really am.” He said. You slowly lifted your head to look at him, the hurt you were feeling clear on your face. “You know, my whole life I have been treated like shit by everyone that I thought were my friends. I was always the butt of the joke and used until I had nothing left to give and then I would be left alone. I promised myself that, this time, I wouldn’t let anyone in. Not ever again because I couldn’t bear being hurt again. But then I met you and I thought that, finally, I’ve found someone that seems to actually care about me. I guess I was just too stupid to see I was being used again.” You said to Paul through tears. “I actually believed that you liked me. How stupid am I?” You finished. You looked up to see the look on Paul’s face and it actually looked like he genuinely felt bad for what he and his friends had done. Like he really didn’t mean for it to be taken like that. “You’re not stupid, I am. I do like you, sugar. Like, a whole lot. More than weed! I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you. Tell me what I need to do to make it up to you, sugar. I’ll do anything. Please.” He said, practically begging you. He really did seem remorseful of his and his friends actions. 
You remained silent for a few moments, not knowing if you should trust what he was saying. “I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You told him and the look on Paul’s face almost hurt you to see. He looked like a kicked puppy. “What if I tell you a secret? Something that I’m not supposed to tell anyone ever. Will you trust me a little then?” He asked with a hopeful look in his eyes. You thought for a moment. Sniffling, you shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on the secret.” You told him. At that, he looked slightly nervous but happy you somewhat agreed. “Okay just, don’t freak out. Okay?” He said and you slowly nodded. “I’m a vampire.” He told you and you felt your heart deflate a little more. He was still making fun of you. You felt fresh tears start to spill out of your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re still making fun of me.” You told him, totally defeated at this point. How could he be so- Just then, you watched as his face shifted into something inhuman. With wide eyes, you stared at him in shock. “I’m not making fun of you.” He said as you continued to stare. Through the new face that Paul wore, you could see worry start to settle onto his features as you were yet to speak since he had revealed himself to you. You then reached up to touch his face. Even though you had seen it shift in front of your eyes, you still had to see if it was real. You touched his face and then his fangs, pulling a giggle from Paul as you did so. “It’s real.” You whispered. “100% real, sugar.” He confirmed with a fang filled grin. You pulled your hands away and wiped the tears from your face, shifting in your spot. You began to ask Paul an array of vampire related questions, to which he happily answered them all. You also asked him why he and the others had done what they did to you. He told you that it was just David hazing you. He did it to people all the time but he didn’t mean to make you feel like they were making fun of you. They mess with each other all the time. He continued to apologize for it and told you that they would never do anything like that to you again.
After a while, Paul offered to take you home, to which you accepted, seeing as it was really late and you were pretty exhausted. When he dropped you off, Paul pulled you into a tight hug and asked if you still wanted to meet up again tomorrow night. To his relief, which was clear on his face, you said yes. He then told you that, if you wanted, he would pick you up and drop you off from now on. You also agreed to this. After he left and you got inside, your parents were already asleep, which you were grateful for. You went right to your bedroom, stripping off your clothes and getting into your pajamas before crawling into your bed and pretty quickly falling asleep. The next night after Paul had picked you up and brought you to the boardwalk to where the others were, they all took turns apologizing for the previous night, though you only got a “sorry” mumbled to you from David. Though Dwayne told you that he meant it but he just didn’t like apologizing. The rest of the night went a lot better than last and for the next six months you and the others just got closer and closer as friends, them even going as far as calling you their sister. You and Paul also grew even closer and your relationship blossomed. They did keep their promise to never make you feel like they were making fun of you. Paul spent every waking moment that he was with you, making you feel loved and wanted. You had never felt so loved in your entire life and, while you still had your bad days, they were a lot less common now. It was at this six month mark that you approached Paul with a very important request in mind. One he had never been happier to fulfill. You asked him to turn you. You told him that you could never imagine a life without him and the only way to be with him completely and forever, was for him to turn you. He had wrapped you up in a big hug and planted many kisses all over your face after hearing those words come from your mouth. 
He asked you when you wanted to turn and you told him that you didn’t want to wait. You wanted him to do it that night. After sharing the news with the others, they all cheered and celebrated. That night, Paul used his blood to turn you and, while it was a bit of a learning curve, you had never been happier in your entire life. You would be able to spend the rest of eternity with the best friends you had ever made and with the first and only man that had ever shown you genuine love and kindness. You knew that never again will you go a day feeling alone and unloved. Or should you say night.
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Taglist: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997
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colubrina · 5 months
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Fun Little WIP Game
I got tagged by @iiowaw -- thank you!!! I love getting tagged in stuff :)
RULES: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips!
Fairy Book
Witches
Bookbinder
Ready. Set. Run.
King Curtis and the Home Run Derby
Twins at the Plate
Baseball YA Romance (my WIP progress titles are so dull, sorry)
Blood and Roses
Lucky in Love
YA thriller (dead mom) (again, me with the good working titles)
Dark Angel (the only fic in this list, I have to finish this, oh god)
These exist in states that range from, "I really need to find the time to figure out how to self-pub this on Amazon" to "I have a rough idea"
tagging: @medievalfantasist, @naarna, @kvalentinwrites, @calebski, @evolutionsbedingt, @fullyvisible, @idreamofdraco, @johnsrevelation, @kittenshift-17, @lostinsantacarla, @provocative-envy
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slutforthelostboys · 1 year
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so @6lostgirl6 tagged me in the get to know me game !!
1. Relationship status: single
2. I’m 18!
3. I’m pansexual
4. I go by they/them or they/she or sometimes he/they
5. I love anime, drama shows, comedy, horror etc
6. I used to be in chorus throughout middle school and now towards the end of my junior year of hs
7. I failed two grades, I failed a grade in elementary and failed freshmen year because of bad attendance I used to get sick a lot so yeah
8. I’m 5’0, 5’1 with shoes
9. I work at ZAXBY’S 🤭 so yay free food
10. I love the winter
11.
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I nominate @kurt-nightcrawler @auntvamp @britany1997 @lostinsantacarla @dwaynesluscioushair @enarien @henhouse-horrors @outsidersandlostboys @arenpath @corrodedcoffins 💪
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redvampirewoman · 2 years
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V"""V Art Edit Of Kiefer Sutherland As Vampire 🦇 David in 1987's The Lost Boys 🦇🖤By @JeffPoitiers @lostinsantacarla @thelostboysconfessions-blog
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henhouse-horrors · 2 years
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Okay so Tumblr ate a post and I can't remember who submitted the ask, but it was a Share 5 Things You Like About Yourself and Tag 10 Others thingy.
1. I work hard in school. I do my best to put in 100% effort and while it may not always pay off right away, I feel good knowing that I'm doing my absolute best.
2. I'm a pretty chill person. I went through the emotional ringer as a child and in a way, I think it helped me be able to disassociate my emotions from the actions of others (to a degree). It definitely helps me move on from potentially draining scenarios and save my spoons for other things.
3. I like my creativity. I can't imagine I'd have as fun by myself or be as well adjusted without my creative interests and creative coping techniques.
4. I like that I'm able to find joy and pleasure in very small things (Like seeing a particularly fluffy bird on the powerline. It just makes me happy.)
5. I'm glad that I can handle the pain of getting a tattoo. That's kind of a weird one, but I'd feel very cheated if my body wasn't equipped to deal with that, and I wouldn't be able to decorate my skin the way I'd want to.
I'll tag @lackingspace @ghoulgeousimmaculate @asirensrage @charlizekkelly @two-red-lungs @lostinsantacarla @auntvamp @uniquemekylieb @prettybabybaby @korpse13kitty @occultvoid @eddieslildump @lazuli-leenabride @lostbxys and anyone else who wants to, you don't have to do this if you won't want to! I was
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megagoodtimes · 2 years
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tiptapricot · 3 years
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mobanjaree · 3 years
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the full lisa lostinsantacarla canon dreamverse <3
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mxgicshxrd · 6 months
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I just wanted to touch base with you all. An ask that I just answered was about a few other bloggers here on Tumblr. I've had intense negative experiences with regards to them, however, I don't post my personal experiences about them online. I see it as immature and a serious step backward. It was a fluke, and I don't want to cause any discomfort to followers who might write with any of the bloggers that I mentioned. I just wanted to give people a heads up!! Thanks!!
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oujibat · 3 years
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your post about lostinsantacarla came up on my dash and i read it because i was following her (i’m not now, i’ve blocked her) and even talked to her once or twice but i don’t know, my anxiety is getting the best of me so i have to ask, what’s your thoughts on writing reader-insert things for the boys? i’m a blog that does that simply because i love writing for my favorite character and it’s all just fun and games you know. i, myself, am a bisexual girl and just, this is all jumbled up but i’m all just worried that i’m in the wrong for writing things like that for this fandom because i’m really not trying to cause any harm. if you could respond to this privately, i’d appreciate it but like it’s totally cool if you wanna post this publicly if you feel the need to. i apologize for bothering you.
There's no need to apologize! I can’t respond to this privately because you’re on anon, but I don’t think you need to worry; this is a very tame ask and I don’t think you’re going to be upset if I answer this publicly. I personally think that self-insert and self ship stuff is fun and harmless and should be embraced; if you care about and connect with a character that means the character was well written. I really don’t understand why there’s contention when it comes to self inserts and self ships, they’re a fun way to engage with media and characters you like. It’s all fantasy and it’s all for fun; it’s a good way to create and express yourself. The issue with LISC isn’t that she self ships or inserts herself into the media she likes, the issue is that she polices others in the fandom and makes fandom spaces unsafe for lgbt fans and especially lgbt minors by insisting that she is the authority on the piece of media in question. She is a cishet white woman policing the fandom of a film made by a gay man with heavy commentary on a lot of contentious issues that were on the rise during the Reagan administration that directly effected LGBT people; the film is quite literally made by and for LGBT people, but she is a cishet woman claiming that she knows more about the film than any LGBT fan and that all LGBT fans are just delusional and selfish for seeing themselves reflected in these characters.......... when the creator himself said that the characters live on the outskirts of society, etc, specifically because they were meant to represent the “othering” of the lgbt community at the time(that still persists). Basically LISC is a bad person because she’s an abusive homophobe, not because she likes to self insert or self ship. There’s nothing wrong with headcannoning these characters as whatever sexuality you want and engaging with them in your writing however you want, the issue arises when a straight cis woman starts shouting over the LGBT fans of an LGBT film made by a gay man, claiming that the film is for HER, that she knows more than everyone, and that the film isn’t for LGBT people to connect with and that LGBT people are delusional and wrong for identifying with LGBT-coded characters in an LGBT film made by a gay man for LGBT people to connect with.
(Edit) I should also note that she's got a pretty bad habit of rping with minors and justifies it by claiming she's a "fandom mom" and that it's the kids' responsibilities not to engage with her nsfw content and not her responsibility. Which is contradictory imo bc if you're a "mom"..... wouldn't that MAKE it your responsibility doubly so?
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colubrina · 9 months
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15 Questions 15 Minutes
Thank you for the tag @evolutionsbedingt! I love an excuse to not be productive!!!
1. Are you named after anyone?
Nope
2. When was the last time you cried?
I... don't remember. Wow. That's wild. Maybe the drugs are workgin.
3. Do you have kids?
Teenage twins.
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Not once ever in my entire life.
5. What sports do you play/have played?
I, alas, have negative coordination. The odds of any team winning go down if I even wander through the playing area. I only passed high school PE because the teacher was so sexist he simply took it for granted that girls were bad at sports and gave me an A for existing.
6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?
Clothes
7. Eye colour?
grey-blue
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
Oh, happy endings for sure.
9. Special talents?
I'm weirdly good at standardized tests. This is a wholly useless gift.
10. Where were you born?
California :)
11. What are your hobbies?
Writing, hand-spinning, gardening, reading
12. Do you have pets?
Three cats :)
13. How tall are you?
5'7" and a bit
14. Favourite subject in school?
Bleh. It's been so long I can't remember.
15. Dream job?
Author.
Tagging: @jordietveld, @lostinsantacarla
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losthavenmine · 3 years
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Hello, since I see your a Lost Boys fan, may I ask a silly question? Do you know why Frog has neck tattoos in the second film but none in the third? Thanks in advance!
Hi there! Confession time - I haven’t seen the sequels! I know, bad Lost Boys fan lol. I just love the original so much I can’t bring myself to watch them.
@lostinsantacarla is your person, they’ll have answers for you I’m sure :)
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monotropauniflora · 4 years
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@lostinsantacarla replied to your post “I've seen a lot of different headcanons for how old the boys are and...”
It's actually canon that Paul is the youngest, in case you didn't know. Or if you're possibly interested to know. :-)
oh for real? What's the source do you have a link?
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andyaxo · 5 years
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i had known that lostinsantacarlo was a homophobic asshole but i didnt know she was transphobic (i mean, i suspected but other than her "i perceive the lost boys as straight males" comment i didnt have much to go on for the transphobia) but thank you for saying something because im sick of her -_-
This is probably gonna be a long answer so my apologies. To you and whoever else is reading this in advance
Yeah man you're welcome and anytime. This has been something that's been going on before, even before I made these posts and called her out. Because this is something that STILL needs to be said. Like in the beginning sure I thought the blog was cool, I've left them some asks in the past but, slowly I've started noticing and seeing her behavior especially how she portrays the guys and how she goes out of her way to "correct" people. It's still clearly an issue, because she is still fucken doing it. Nitpicking, controlling, and using "oh it's canon because I said so, and you're wrong" type of excuse just to project her cis, homophobic, transphobic, and racist behavior. It's bad enough she talks over people of color, and lgbtq youth in the fandom. She's in no position to be telling us what's canon or not that's one and second she's a fucken bully, that knows exactly what the fuck she is doing. I hate that she acts like some "mother figure" when she does the complete opposite. She'll belittle you, and act like you're beneath her, that she "owns" the characters/film. She acts like she has sources when she purposely steals from others, sends people to stalk others that have blocked her, and mainly discredits anyone who actually sourced info from the film and claim it as her own. Her stories never add up keep that in mind. I doubt she has contributed in any way of form with the film. And even if she did help on some small part of a book, that doesn't make her the boss to tell us what is and what isnt. She goes out of her way to press and press her own opinions and try to tell others how they're wrong because, the way they portray the characters don't fit into what she likes. She has no respect for other's posts or writings, or art, cosplay etc. Uses the whole "I don't agree this but its cool anyways LOL" type of comments, it's all really condescending. Because she just wants desperately for others (especially those new to the fandom and film) to believe that she is in charge when obviously she's not in charge of shit.
For sure my issue here with her is EVERYTHING, and is her being a bully, and then acting like she was the one being bullied. She lies. Alot. And it's so cringy because this is a 40yr old white woman. That clearly doesn't have alot to do and just keeps acting out onto others. And then excuses it or flip the narrative like "oh woe is me, I'm not devious or evil" she's blocked me for calling her out, she's blocked my friend especially when all my friend did was confront her POLITELY example down here my friend tells her this..
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And then Jen goes and sends my friend this after that post being over dramatic and clearly not fucken reading what my friend tells her..
The first one sounds innocent right?
But then she goes and says this to my friend on her IG
Instead of being an adult and LISTENING she just quickly blocks her not even bothering to read what my friend has explained to her or even apologized. She(Lostinsantacarla) does some fucked up shit, and allows her friends/followers to go and bully others that don't agree with her. She's done it before and she's done it especially to my friend. And as that all is happening she then does some post about "keeping the peace" when she knows exactly what's going on.
Over all she's not a good person she's toxic as fuck and her behavior will never change. I feel very sorry for those that believe her sob story and even justify or try to even excuse her behavior. Like just because you went through shit DOESN'T give you a pass to a toxic piece of shit to others. At all.
Followed by her telling my friend to get rid of her post. Again acting like she wants no ill will etc.
Here's some more examples of her being a condescending and nitpicker
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This 1st one was what she told someone I used to be friends with(they are those people that excuse her behavior and even try to Justify it too, after going on a full rant why they hate how she acts but that's a topic for another day) about my friend V. Spreading rumours that aren't true. She talks about people behind their backs and then acts like she loves you to your face.
Another fact that ex friend( who's account is deactivated) doesn't know my friend V. That was a false statement on his part. But again that's a story for another time.
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And then this is her(lostinsantacarla) recently too telling that same individual that I'm no longer friends with this about their favorite character Paul
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Now I understand others not wanting to be involved etc. Cuz she is a bully and maybe they are scared of her. But I'm not and I don't care. I rather do something about it, than sit by and stay quiet. Because it's gonna keep getting worse and I don't want people like her to leave others in the fandom feeling like they can't express themselves the best they know how or even enjoy the film. She's a fucked up person. And is in no position to tell anyone what to do. And I don't pity her because she knows what she is doing.
And I'm just glad I'm using my platform, my voice to speak up. If others don't that's fine. Just know I won't stop using my voice at all. And expose her for what she really is.
Don't be fooled by her guys lostinsantacarla isn't a good person and her behavior won't change ever. Her behavior is unacceptable and you can't excuse that. At all. She's been doing this shit forever and even with all these call outs she STILL does it and then acts like a victim when really she is the problem. She's the bully and she knows it. She just loves to disguise herself like the victim.
I'm just proud that you see it and it makes me proud that some are actually noticing this. USE YOUR VOICE AGAINST FOLKS LIKE HER!!
If she calls me a bully that's fine. I know I'm not, neither is my friend V. I just don't tolerate bigots like her. Her manipulative and toxic behavior I don't let at all slide.
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