#para mama

[motparadis]

ghost girl blues

the heat is so heavy, it feels like a fever tent by the water, i think that we'll sleep here tonight i’m in a camp chair, stoned by the fire, speaking in circles, senseless and tired and to no one in particular i say today would have been your birthday 58, what an age, so great to think you'd have made it but i cant imagine a world with you still here, like being a kid who couldn't see how i could live without you but yet, i was forced to i see your ghost in the bay, in the roads in the river’s rolling stones it is god’s atonement to me, mystic apology for making me be a living memorial service, a tragedy with no closing curtain depressive & anxious, fate uncertain carrying an eternal hurt and i cant imagine a world with you still here, like being a kid who couldn't see how i could live without you but yet, i was forced to but yet, i was forced to i see your ghost on the street i feel you in every new person i meet in places that you've never seen angel in a foreign land by a new sea, in my lonely dreams, hang from a necklace i’ll wear til it breaks off of me the heat is so heavy, it feels like a fever once made a skeptic and turned a believer spirits in the rearview tremor and shimmer the sky turns pink and the sun grows dimmer 444 in script on the window, gives me protection from all of the world’s throes wherever you are, there you go, wherever you are, there you go wherever you are, there you go i see your ghost, where you are, there you go, i see your ghost, where you are, there you go, i see your ghost, where you are, and i see, you live on in me for better or worse, my body’s a graveyard haunted by your soul, i love it though i need it more than you could ever know

#from the draft archives #2022?? #para mama

[imagenamor3]

Bonitas Rosas Con Movimientos Para Felicitar a Mamá

Bonitas Rosas Con Movimientos Para Felicitar a Mamá

Los mejores momentos son los que se viven con el ser más amado en la vida y no puede existir otro ser que nuestra madre. Hoy te dejo estas Bonitas Rosas Con Movimientos Para Felicitar a Mamá en este día maravillosos que es el día de las madres. Recuerda que para ella jamás existirá algún obstáculo que le pueda impedir amarnos, es por eso que debemos de festejarle engrande su día. Dedica versos e…

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#a mi mama #frases a mi madre #imagenes para mi madre #para mama

[sporesgalaxy]

i realized i could change my phone's language to spanish for free practice and Im learning so much. such as the gramatically important words Id completely forgotten about

#adddna #tumblr: 'x personas ha reblogeando....' yo: qué es 'ha'...... (es una palabra necesario para usar muchos verbos) #y los tags se llaman 'etiquetas??' es una palabra mas grande que 'tags' :( #*REBLOGUEADO. NO ES REBLOGEANDO. MAMA MIA #de todos modos. SÍ yo quiero practicar español porque cuando yo vi Spiderverse no comprendí Miguel o Sra Morales...

[yourteght]

» TODAS AS FASES — capa teste

⟅03.09.2023 — o bom filho a casa torna que se diz né, meu perfil tava bem empoeirado depois de mais de 1 ANO(!) sem atualização e nossa, foi isso tudo mesmo ou eu que vi o post errado... Ainda estou pensativo sobre essa volta aqui, ainda não estou 100% e estou bem longe de estar tbm. Mas a real é que amo o Tumblr e isso me fez voltar. Essa capa meio que expressa um pouco do que aconteceu comigo, vou deixar essa informação avulsa para vocês(se estiverem aí, isso é um ponto importante kkkk)

#social spirit #spirit fanfics #capa de fanfic #capa de spirit #capa para social spirit #capa #mama #capa social spirit #capa spirit #capa simples #capa clean #capa para fanfic #capa design #mamamoo moonbyul #capa dark

[baby--charchar]

Trying to write more about my OCs/parames/plurals/whatever you wanna call them so they don't die with me, because for some reason the thought of that is far more upsetting than my own death....

.....

...except I can't fucking write.

#parame #paras #maladapting daydreaming disorder #maladaptive daydreaming #madd #i love rhea to pieces and i see her in my head so clearly #but i dont know how to explain what i see #like vaggies huge mama bear instincts for her #or her own quiet intelligence and creativity #and that stupid misguided crush she has on lute...

[purificai-vos]

É... 21 de Setembro, de novo. São 2 anos desde a última vez que seu coração bateu, mas eu ainda não sei me acostumar, e acho que não irei nunca. Sabe, tem dias que desapercebo, e meu primeiro pensamento é correr para te contar tudo, mas aí me lembro que já não posso mais - e escrever é o que me alivia - É estranho como a vida seguiu e o mundo continuou rodando. Está tudo igual e ainda assim está tão dolorosamente diferente. Eu queria poder te falar sobre tudo, contar o que anda acontecendo e compartilhar meus planos e realizações, mas não dá e dói tanto. Está tudo tão estranho, e eu sei que em parte, se trata dessa ausência. Ficou um buraco aqui que ninguém vai preencher! E o dia de hoje é ainda mais difícil, porque 2 anos atrás, ainda estava aqui, tinhamos um porto, mas, depois, simplesmente não estava mais, e nos perdemos. Eu sinto taaanta saudade! Mas mãe, saiba que apesar de que em alguns dias me faltem o ar, eu vou continuar sendo forte, eu vou conseguir, e eu vou te encher de orgulho. E saiba também, que todos os dias, mesmo que sem a sua presença física, a sua memória me instiga a ser melhor do que nunca fui e sou muito grata por isso; tentarei ao máximo ser pelo menos metade da mulher honrosa que a senhora foi. Minha linda, do sorriso contagiante e olhinhos de paz, eu te amo para sempre.

Até breve.

Franciele, @purificai-vos.

#sinto #luto #luto mãe #luto mae #a dor da saudade #a dor do luto #a dor da perda #saudade mae #eterna saudade #saudade mãe #saudades #saudades eternas #mamae #lutoeterno #luto eterno #dor da saudade #dor da perda #ausencia #para a minha mãe #maezinha #mae #mãezinha #mãe #dor #saudade #dor da morte

[paradoxolotl]

Mama Bee

~~

Abby’s door was never locked when she was home, but Andrew still had his keys in hand out of habit. He could smell something warm and slightly charred coming from the kitchen, the low hum of voices not pausing with his arrival. He had been hoping that no one would be home, but he wasn’t about to turn back now.

Toeing out of his shoes, Andrew shuffled down the hall, keeping his steps light. He recognized Wymack’s voice, but not whoever he was with. He could see the pantry from where he stood in the hall, the door slightly ajar. Catching the tip of his tongue between his teeth, Andrew debated just leaving. But chances were they were in the dining room and Andrew could sneak in and out without being noticed. When a quick glance down the hall showed no one else, Andrew slipped into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, two bodies were already there, and Andrew locked eyes with who he recognized as Danielle Wilds, the new Fox captain. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and Andrew quickly ducked into the pantry before Wymack could turn around.

“Uh,” she said.

Andrew could feel Wymack’s unimpressed look leveled at him. “See if you can find some manners in there while you’re looking,” he said.

“Fresh out,” Andrew said. “Where is the cocoa.”

“I thought you were at some carnival today,” Wymack ignored Andrew’s non-question with one of his own. There was a pause where he waited for an answer, but Andrew only shuffled the cereal boxes onto a lower shelf. He hummed, and Andrew heard something clatter onto the counter. “You gonna make me pull teeth, kid?”

Andrew moved a few boxes of pasta, rattling them loudly as he did so. “Cocoa.”

“What’s wrong with yours?”

“We’re out,” Andrew said. He swapped the olive oil with the protein bars.

“There’s dirt on your clothes,” Wymack said pointedly. “You gonna tell me what that’s about?”

Andrew shrugged.

Another beat, and then Wymack let out a large breath. “Are you going to turn around and look at me or am I just stuck with the back of your head for company?”

“You’ve got your captain,” Andrew shot back, standing on the tub of flour to push the cans of tomatoes back as far as he could reach. “I just need the cocoa.”

“Turn around,” Wymack said.

“Tell me where the cocoa is.”

The floor creaked as Wymack shifted his weight. “Above the stove.”

Andrew cursed internally. He knew Wymack was standing at the stove, blocking his way. Pushing his tongue against his bottom lip, Andrew shot a quick glance to the kitchen door.

“Don’t,” Wymack said. “Or I’m calling your mother.”

“That’s a low blow,” Andrew grumbled, but finally turned around to face the man.

He focused on his shoulder, bracing himself against the explosive curse falling from Wymack’s mouth. He thought it was perhaps a tad excessive, but said nothing. Wilds was still looking at him, a grilled cheese forgotten on her plate. Andrew’s stomach pinched at the sight, reminding him he hadn’t eaten today.

“Can I have one?” he asked.

Wymack gave him a look that told Andrew that was not what he wanted to hear. “Can you tell me who the fuck hit you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Andrew said. “I just-“

“Doesn’t matter?” Wilds cut him off, and Andrew glared at her, his teeth snapping shut. “You look like you were used as a punching bag!”

“Thank you for the observation,” he drawled. He turned back to Wymack’s thunderous expression and pointed to the pan still on the stove. “Can I have one?”

“I’m calling Abby,” Wymack said, pulling out his phone.

Andrew cracked his knuckles, frustration and anger at being ignored boiling in his chest. “Nothing is broken,” he said, trying to keep his control.

Wymack pointed a finger at him. “Andrew Joseph Dobson you are getting checked over.”

Andrew flipped him off, but Wymack only raised a brow at him. Annoyed with how his day had turned out, Andrew stomped over to the counter and began methodically cutting slices of cheese. He did his best to shut out Wymack’s voice as he assembled his food, glaring at the man until he stepped aside and let Andrew use the pan.

The sound of the butter sizzling and the smell of the peppers and onions had just filled the air when Wilds finally broke. She cleared her throat, glancing between Andrew and Wymack. “Dobson?” she asked. “Like Betsy Dobson?”

“No,” Andrew said.

“Yes,” Wymack said at the same time.

Wilds nodded, appearing slightly amused, if not still lost. “Right.”

“Andrew is a little rough around the edges,” Wymack said.

Andrew flipped his sandwich. “Fuck you.”

“He’s been here since the beginning,” Wymack continued on as if Andrew hadn’t spoken. “A pain in my ass most days, but he’s as much of a Fox as any of you.”

“I will be a Fox,” Andrew corrected, plating his food. He flicked Wilds a glance. “Good luck, Captain.”

She frowned, but Wymack cut in before she could speak. “I thought we talked about this.”

“We did,” Andrew agreed. “And I already told you I was signing with you.”

“That seems premature,” Wilds said carefully.

Wymack shook his head. “He’s the best goalie I’ve seen.” He turned back to Andrew, who popped a piece of crust into his mouth. “And you’re going to consider all your options.”

Andrew hummed. “Sure. And then I’ll sign with you.”

Wymack stared at him for a moment before rubbing his hand over his jaw. “Let me get you some ice,” he grumbled.

Hopping up onto the counter, Andrew tapped his heels against the cupboards below him, busying himself with tearing his food into bite sized pieces. The onion stung the split on his lip, his jaw aching with each bite, but the food settled the turning in his stomach. Accepting the bag of ice passed to him, he pressed it against his eye, his heated skin stinging.

#aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #andrew minyard #david wymack #dan wilds #dadmack #para's fics #aftg fic wip #aftg fanfiction #abby winfield #aftg fanfic #the foxes #mama bee

[porquetenemosquesufrir]

Un mensaje para toda mamá que lastimamos.

Te amo y lo siento.

Se que no he sido un buen hijo, tu trabajo como madre ha sido el mejor, mi comportamiento ha sido el incorrecto y eso ha hecho que tú creas que eres una mala madre, pero no es así, hasta ahora has dado lo mejor y yo estúpidamente me he enfocado en herirte, y te escribo solo para decirte que te amo, que admito mi error, que se que no he sido el mejor hijo.

También te escribo para decirte que voy a trabajar, corrección estoy trabajando para acercarme más a la familia y ser un mejor hijo.

Se que te he hecho muchísimo daño y lo siento mucho, lo único que quiero es que tú estés bien.

Me voy a esforzar con toda mi alma, para hacerte sentir bien y orgullosa.

Te amo y discúlpame por ser como soy, trabajare para ya no hacerte sufrir

#mother #mommy #para mamá #te amo mamá #mama

[florecitaenlasmaravillas]

¿Llegará alguna vez un momento en que ella me mirará y realmente me verá?

A veces parece que todo lo que soy para ella es un reflejo de sí misma.

#frases #libros #citas #citas tristes #textos #notas tristes #notas tristes para mama #pensamientos y reflexiones #pensamientos de un escritor #frases en español #frases y pensamientos #frases y citas #cosas que escribo #cosas que pienso #poesia #poemas #literatura #letras tristes

[vanoincidence]

Mama Mia! || Van & Wynne

TIMING: before van started to crave the great Hay. PARTIES: @ohwynne & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: wynne comes to sly slice to see van drowning in pizza! CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

“This is too many.” Van stared dejectedly at the number of paper plates that were stacked on top of one another. The grease from each slice of pizza seemed to pool through to the next plate, and so on and so forth. The few tables they did have were covered in plates of pizza. “Why did you take a preorder?” The new employee, Janice, hadn’t known that they were a order-at-counter business only. Rocky wasn’t answering his phone, and the last time something like this had happened, Van was the one who got yelled at for it. 

She continued staring at the paper plates as Janice quickly ducked away towards the back. Well, this was a great start to Van’s night shift. It was a random Wednesday evening, so the hope that flocks of college students might venture in and eat hours-old pizza was a slim chance. Too transfixed by her current predicament, Van didn’t hear the door when it opened, or when they spoke aloud– something about pizza. Obviously. This was a pizza shop. Van blinked a few times before looking over at the person who had come in. “There’s so much pizza.” It was all she could say and all she could register. “Do you want hour old pizza? Discounted at 3.50 instead of the usual 4 dollars?” 

—

Customer service was far from an ideal job, that much Wynne had learned over the past two months. That was not to say they were looking for brighter horizons, as they hardly felt deserving of it (and didn’t have the energy to apply for another job, anyway). It did mean that they made a concentrated effort to be kind to any and all people they came across working a customer service job. That went for this evening, too, during which they were in need of some dinner and had little energy or drive to make it themself. So they walked into Sly Slice, quietly witnessing the stack of plates. It was a miracle it didn’t collapse.

The person behind the cash register seemed transfixed by it too, as she didn’t hear Wynne when they quietly ordered. Not that they blamed her, nor her unhelpful comment: it was something Wynne might have done, if the roles were reversed. “It is a lot. Did someone change their mind?” They imagined the coffee bar filled with cups of coffee, slowly cooling down and not being taken home. Wynne would hate such a situation. They considered the discount, then nodded. “Sure. I like it cold, too. If you have any cheese or vegetable pizza, that is?” Surely there had to be some, among all those plates.

—

She should make it a bigger discount, and Van knew Rocky would be upset if they lost any money on this, especially because it was an employee's fault. It’s that damn coven again. Van could hear the string of his obscenities in her head, and though she wanted to remind him that covens weren’t real and it was probably a group of bored teenagers, she often held her tongue. But Rocky wasn’t here to protest the discount. Janice was in the back, probably doing something not very useful, and Van was… left to deal with it all. She could cry. 

“Somebody decided to take an order over the phone, which we aren’t supposed to do.” The earlier shift leader had left as soon as Van clocked in, so she hadn’t even had time to see what was happening before she was left to deal with it all on her own. Van tapped her fingers against the counter and tried her best to count the number of plates she saw, but it was no use. There had to be at least thirty plates, if she could guess. “It doesn’t have to be cold. Janice can heat them up for you.” She spoke loudly so that she knew Janice would hear her, then she looked back over at the customer. “How many do you want?” 

—

Wynne frowned, feeling for the employee and her strange, pizza-filled situation. “Oh. And now they didn’t come to pick it up, I take?” They wanted to make sure they understood the situation, as they tended to misinterpret or misunderstand plenty of things. They pushed their lips into a sympathetic yet awkward smile, the same one people passing them on the street gave them. They did feel really bad for the other and hoped no manager would come barking at them, the way Todd had done with them before when things had gone missing in the shop.

The goal had been to acquire two slices of pizza, but they looked at the large stack and then the other’s face and decided that maybe they could do two acts of kindness. Get some pizza for the flat and maybe Emilio, and help out the other. Wynne considered how much money they had. “Maybe something like seven slices?” They should be able to cough that up. “And if you could just heat up one, then that’d be perfect. Otherwise no problem, too.” 

—

“They didn’t.” Van bit her tongue from saying, isn’t that obvious? This was a customer. She couldn’t be rude. Even if they weren’t a customer, Van probably wouldn’t have been rude. She was just stressed. That’s all this was. She tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but it had distorted into something uncomfortable as her gaze continued to wander over the mountain of paper plates. “But I’ll figure it out.” She had to, or else she might lose her job even though it wasn’t her fault. 

“Seven?” Van’s eyes lit up. That would make a dent in her problem, but she didn’t want the customer to feel obligated to buy them just because Van was about to have a breakdown about the number of pizza slices she’d been faced with. “No, no– I can heat them up.” Van held up her hand for them to wait for a moment before she went into the back to find Janice, but she was nowhere. “Again? Seriously?” With a frustrated sigh, she returned to the front of the shop and gave them an awkward smile. “I’ll be right back.” Van grabbed the seven slices, balancing them precariously on her arms like they did in the movies before heading towards the oven. She heated up the one slice, then decided to do so for the rest, before putting them in the individual to-go boxes. Why Janice hadn’t done that and instead put them on paper plates, Van couldn't be sure. Maybe to fuck with her. “Here you go.” The stack of boxes was over her head as she slid them onto the counter. She held onto the middle part, balancing them so that they wouldn’t fall over. “We have… plastic bags.” 

—

They felt a little powerless, in this situation. If Wynne had money to spare – and they most certainly didn’t – they’d splurge and buy all the pizza, redistribute it among the people they knew and those they didn’t. Instead, they just lifted their shoulders. “That’s very shitty and inconsiderate of them.” The word shitty felt a bit foreign to them, but it seemed to fit the situation. “I’m sure you’ll be okay! Maybe you can put a message online about there being a slight discount? People do love a bargain.” A Latte to Love used their social media plenty, though Wynne couldn’t say they were very good at it. It was a very good lesson in marketing, even if that wasn’t a skill they were looking to develop deeply.

“Please take your time,” they said as the other looked more and more stressed. Wynne did hope that she didn’t feel rushed, that they were being a good customer. After all the bad customers they’d handled themself that day, they really didn’t want to be in the same category as them. Once they observed the large stack of pizza boxes and wondered how they’d walk home balancing all that, though luckily the employee came with a solution. “Maybe a bag would be nice, yes? It’s okay if that’s extra.” Though it wouldn’t be a solution to the other problem starting to pop up: the pizza smelled very good, and they were afraid they’d eat the slices they’d intended for others all by themself. They gave another slight smile to the employee. “Sometimes you just have those days, right? With customers, I mean.” They frowned, concerned that that was vague. “I work as a barista, so I can kind of get it.” 

—

“Oh, you’re right. I forgot about the internet.” Rich, considering Van spent all of her time on it. She nodded, poking her pen into the air between herself and the customer. “That’s a good idea. Thank you!” She could kiss them on the forehead for the suggestion, as well as for even buying the pizza in the first place. “Thank you, seriously.” She peered over the stack of boxes and leaned around to grab a plastic bag. She shook it out awkwardly before grabbing a few of the topmost boxes. She aligned them perfectly to the bottom of the bag and lifted the handles, testing the weight to make sure that the bag wouldn’t rip. 

It seemed secure enough, so she added a few other boxes and nodded to herself as if it were some enormous accomplishment. Van looked up at them and shook her head. “Not charging you extra for bags.” That would be shitty of her to do, especially because they were helping her with a massive chunk of the slices. “Sucks that it’s not a bar crawl day. Could’ve gotten rid of these so easily.” She sighed dramatically before nodding at their comment. “I guess so? Sucks, but you’re right.” Van scrunched her nose and grabbed a second plastic bag, just in case, and began to fit it around the already bulging one. “A barista? In town?” Van looked up at them. “You didn’t go to my school.” She paused. “Sorry, like– elementary, middle, high– I was born and raised here. Are you here for college?” 

—

“Hey, it happens.” Wynne smiled a little in recognition, because there were plenty of moments where they forgot the internet was right in their pocket. They nodded, waved a little as if to tell the other not to worry about it. Then, they looked a bit more serious: “You’re welcome, of course, but you really should try not to thank people. Some people might use that against you.” They hoped the other would not ask for an explanation, as they didn’t want to seem like someone who had possibly lost their mind, but it still seemed like a fair warning to give. The other seemed nice, after all.

Wynne wasn’t sure what a bar crawl was, but it seemed that it was something that involved bars and pizza — so presumably also copious amounts of alcohol. They only ever saw the after-effects of that, but it did seem that students partook in rather a lot of drinking. “It really does suck. Maybe there will be some spontaneous people that step by, though?” Surely people would come if there was a good deal. They looked at the other for a moment, eyes a little wide as she pointed out not to recognize them. “No, I just moved here, so that would make sense. I work at a Latte to Love. Have been there for a few months!” They shook their head, then. “No, I don’t go to college.” What were they here for? They hadn’t come for anything but a pitstop, and now only remained for others. Certainly not to make coffee. “Just work at the coffee shop.”

—

“People keep saying that.” Van wasn’t sure how much more happening she could take before she lost it. It was getting harder to see through to the other side. The side without stupid melting objects and stupid situations at work. “But yeah, I guess it does.” Van mustered up the energy to return the other’s smile only for it to falter at their words. It was the same thing Cass had said. Was this person from Hawai’i, too? Not to say she hadn’t heard the same advice before, but it’d become more prominent in the last few weeks that she’d spent away from home. “I’ve heard that a lot, too. But uh, sure. Okay.” It was pretty clear she didn’t believe in whatever higher power would hold thanks against her. She’d rather be polite than not. 

“Maybe.” Van sighed, looking past the customer and towards the door. There was nobody else dropping in, even if they were staring at the massive amounts of paper plates that covered the tables. As they began to explain that they’d only just moved to Wicked’s Rest, Van perked up slightly. So maybe they were also from Hawai’i. “Latte to Love? I go there like, all the time.” She’d bought more red bull than she had coffees in the past few weeks, but mostly because it meant less social interaction. “That’s cool though. I don’t go to college either, I just work at the pizza shop.” She didn’t want them to feel bad for not attending college, especially when she didn’t think it mattered much at all anyway. There was a part of her that wished she hadn’t fucked up so monumentally, but that was what had happened, and there was no changing it. “You know my name,” Van plucked at her name tag, pulling her shirt slightly forward so that it untucked from her jeans. “What’s yours?” The nametag read Vanessa, but the essa was crossed out with red sharpie. 

—

They looked at the other inquisitively for a moment, wondering what she meant by that and whether all was okay. Wynne didn’t want to pry into the personal life of a stranger, though, even if they understood being down by the mess that life often left people in. They lifted their shoulders a little as their advice was accepted. “I know it sounds weird. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with …” They frowned. “Being cautious. Maybe it’s just superstitious, but even so. No harm no foul, right?” Though it was very annoying to not say thank you to people, especially those that deserved to be thanked.

“I hope so, anyway.” They squinted a little at the other, trying to figure out if they’d ever helped her to a coffee before. Wynne must have, but the first weeks at their job had been a blur and even now they often felt like they were living in some kind of haze. “That’s sweet! It’s a nice place, I think.” Good enough pay, even if certain people insinuated that Wynne could do better — without really clarifying what that could entail. They were somewhat glad when the other revealed that she didn’t go to university, either. It seemed like the norm to do so, especially in this college-town. “Look at us, helping so many students but not being one. I don’t mind it, though.” They did, sometimes. They took a glance at the name tag, noting the name Van. “I’m Wynne. It’s really nice to meet you, Van.”

—

“Yeah, maybe?” Van wasn’t sure why saying thanks had any superstitions aligned with it. It made no damn sense. But if it was something that someone believed, she’d keep her opinions to herself. It wasn’t like it was hurting anyone, it was just a little rude within certain contexts. Van decided to drop it, forcing an awkward smile. 

“Do you like it? I think I lasted like, a day there.” A customer had come in accusing her of not using oat milk when she definitely had used oat milk and it resulted in several of the syrup containers shattering, sending the sticky stuff everywhere. Van’s boss had blamed her, even though she knew she hadn’t done anything. “It wasn’t really my scene, I don’t think.” At least Rocky didn’t blame her for the weird shit that happened at Sly Slice. If he did, she would have gotten fired a long time ago. Somewhere at the back of her mind, however, Van stifled the voice that told her it was her fault– that all of it was.

At Wynne’s comment, Van laughed, slapping her hand down onto the counter. “You’re so right. We are the backbone of society. Fuck the professors, they don’t do shit.” She leaned forward, the pads of her fingers pressing into the counter. “Wynne? That’s a really nice name! I like that a lot. People probably don’t mistake you for a car, huh?” She frowned slightly before shaking her head. “I’m glad you came in today, and not just because of the pizzas.” Wynne had an energy about them, and while Van wasn’t typically a good judge of character, there was something that told her they wouldn’t suddenly try to stab her. It was a nice feeling. Maybe she was being a little too forward. She wasn’t used to conversations taking place anywhere but offline. Not meaningful ones, anyway. “I’ll throw four on the house, I sort of just want them gone now.” The frustration and anxiety from the situation had slowly dissipated, and if Rocky really had an issue with how she resolved the current conundrum, she’d tell him to take it out of her paycheck. 

#para: mama mia! #para: wynne #wickedswriting #i love wynne and i love marin

[havvkinsqueen]

CONTINUED FROM HERE

---☁︎｡⋆｡ Chrissy felt like she watched every emotion cross Max's face that she hasn't let any one else know she felt. Everything hidden so that the younger teen could appear to be strong. Truthfully, the two teen weren't dissimilar when it came to that. Max displayed it through the appearance that she didn't need help. That she was invulnerable. Chrissy? She hid things behind a smile, as always. She was good at it, that's how the blonde hid her curse from Vecna. It's how she hid for so long.

--- "Neither should you," she pointed out, voice unusually solemn. The older girl gave a sad smile to @zoomingupthathill as she watched her carry the weight of everything she went through. A similar weight Chrissy herself had to carry, but much younger. And for that fact alone, it hurt her heart.

--- "It's all a lie, honestly," Chrissy admitted when Max finally spoke again. "I'm used to acting like everything's fine," she confessed. And that was probably part of the reason why she was chosen as a sacrifice. "You can ask Eddie, though. I tend to be really," what was the word he used? "Somber." The blonde really wasn't much of a talker, but she owed Max some candor, especially since Max understood more than anyone else. "I deal with nightmares near every night. I'm scared. I'm just surviving the way I know how to; How I have before." She gave a shrug. "It helps to have Eddie to talk to. I don't all the time, and more often than not I act like nothing's wrong, but. I know he's there if I ever feel like talking."

#friday night and everyone's moving */ PARA #zoomingupthathill */ #max mayfield */ ZOOMER #oh mama dear we’re not the fortunate ones */ GROUP VERSE #// this got long so don’t feel like you have to match length

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JIMIN & JUNGKOOK

Jimin nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA

Best Male Artist

Best Dance Performance Male Solo (Like Crazy, VIBE)

Best Collaboration (VIBE)

Daesang • Artist of The Year • Song Of The Year 2 (Like Crazy, VIBE) • Album The Year (FACE)

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Jungkook nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA

• BEST MALE ARTIST • BEST COLLABORATION (Seven) • BEST MUSIC VIDEO (Seven) • BEST DANCE PERFORMANCE MALE SOLO (Seven)

Daesang •Artist of The Year •Song Of The Year(Seven)

BTS nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA

— Best Vocal Performance Group: BTS Take Two

— Best Ost: BTS The Planet

— Song Of the Year: BTS Take Two & The Planet (Daesang)

— Worldwide Fans Choice: BTS

#jikook #kookmin #jimin #jungkook #jiminshiii #galletita #park jimin #jeon jungkook #amor a mis chicos jmjk #지민 #정국 #BTSMAMAAWARDS #2023MAMAAWARDS #Jiminx2023MAMA #Jungkookx2023MAMA #BTSX2023MAMA #BTS nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA #Jungkook nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA #Jimin nominaciones para premios 2023 MAMA #Jimin Daesang #Jungkook Daesang

[bluurange]

Biggest side eye so far wow

#like... Lady ... fr no matter how much u try i ain't gonna trash talk these kids like fr #y no es como que ella me caiga mal pero si medio se la mama con sus comentarios... entiendo que la chava es joven y medio bastante bocona #pero no me siento cómoda hablando mal de la gente no más porque sí o por carle bien a la 'jefa'.... #no sé wow no he estado teniendo las mejores experiencias de servicio social para nada :'D #sorry I complain here but EUGHFGGGG

[filmsquehevisto]

Un joven se hace amigo de un multimillonario mayor. Cuando el hombre muere, el niño descubre que puede comunicarse con su amigo desde la tumba dejándole mensajes de voz en el teléfono que fue enterrado con él. (2022)

#la vi el 5 de octubre del 2022 #día del estreno en Netflix #mr harrigans phone #pues me esperaba algo más #no me gusto esta adaptación #obvio que me volví a leer el relato para comparar como corresponde #en el libro el loco no eran tan llorón por la mama #me gusto el protagonista un talento el chiquillo jeje #pero buen decepcionante todo lo demás

[gogomeaty]

This idea,,,, this idea appear on my head suddenly for my selfship with Murderface and im dying a lil' 😵‍💫

#MURDERFACE CONTÁNDOME ESA CANCIÓN PARA EVITAR LEVANTAR SOSPECHAS EN LA PRENSA WN AAAAAPJSOSHSISBSK #GIVE ME A SEC I THINK IM GOING TO SCREAM AND GET HYPED FOR AN HOUR ABOUT THIS OMG OMG OMG OMG #I CAN ONLY THINK OF THE FRAME WHERE HE SAY “HEY MAMA FOLLOW ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE” OSWBAISVOASKANAKS 😵‍💫🫠 #cantándome**** no me humilles más de lo que ya me humillo yo solo pinche autocorrector ishsksmsk #goselfship #Youtube

[pupuseriazag]

Necesito conseguirme mas aritos masculinos para cuando quiera llegar a la u pareciendo fuckboy osea hoy

#moona rambling #The urge to be seen as a masculine and femenine person #Wacha como voa llegar a mi clase de la tarde viendome mas fem y con maquillaje xdd #Mas que para navida mi mama me regalo un sueter de vato WEEEEE #Amo este pinche sueter de vato cualquiera que dice