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moved into college a few days ago

realized i can’t touch myself until break 💔

girl u have so many options im confused 😭 do u share a room with someone? and if u do i guarantee there will be times u are alone at ur dorm!!! also the bathroom?

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and got home at 8 today and after i showered ate dinner and studied i finally laid down after being on my feet for almost five hours straight in heaven feeling like a grandparent from charlie and the chocolate factory idk didnt even take off my bra js undid the clasp

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hate hate hate talking to people the gen z stare is so real and so so upsetting

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welcome to the 300 follower event! thank you so much for supporting my blog, xoxo - amar!

BEEN WAITIN’ ON YOU ALL MY NIGHT! - send this in to request a match-up & moodboard! please let me know your age, personality, specific traits, appearance, and anything else you feel is important about you! some ideas include… zodiac signs, fashion / style, music taste, or goals / aspirations!

BEEN WAITIN’ ON YOU ALL MY NIGHT! (DELUXE) - essentially the same as the original, meaning it requires you to send in the same description of yourself! the difference? instead of just getting paired up with a character, you get a character au specific to my blog!

NEVER MET A GIRL SO FINE LIKE THIS! - send this in to request a makeup routine for any of my readers! and don’t worry, it will be fully inclusive no matter what you like look!

‘CAUSE I’M A FUCKIN’ DIVA! - send this in to request 4 different outfits for any of my au’s which can be found here!

I WOKE UP LIKE THIS, WE FLAWLESS! - send this in to chit-chat with me on au / blog stuff! we can discuss the details of the apocalypse au or dissect spoiled!actress!reader’s very complicated self care routine! whatever you want, gorgeous!

FEELIN’ MYSELF I’M CONCEITED! - send this in to have girl talk with me on whatever you’d like! tell me about the guy that put your ankles behind your ears or ask for advice on anything from confidence to perfume recommendations!

taglist - @diorgirl444, @r0seb100d, @johnnycadesslut, @twobitsblade, @browneyebby / @isasweetie, @glxsyymads, @mystiqueonfleek007, @beyondbluess, @johnnycadesmuse, @planetscobell, @kahkie , @rhea-is-bored-again, @callme-holly, @alwaysanyamind, & @whimsicalxbear! (send an ask or dm to be added! <3)

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bday gift from this man i’ve been seeing 😛

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happy birthday🍰!! sorry if im late to wishing you a happy birthday😞- 🎀🍭

hiii welcome to the emoji fam!! and also dw about being late i just appreciate the message lol

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i hope you had the best birthday ever 💞💞💞

eeeekk! thank u and yes i did!!

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happy birthday angel girl! hope you have the best day ever u deserve it so so much.

do u like ur cake 💜

omg yes i adore it thank u gorgeous!!

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guess who the birthday girl is 😛

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every single post i make that isnt a fanfic should be read like i’m your slightly estranged but cool older cousin (10 years max) giving you a weird life advice talk whilst im driving with my hands on 12 and 6 and i have early 2010’s drake playing on aux btw

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b day nails ;)

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hoping every single one of my anons has an amazing day everyday

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updating this with some of my newer readers ;)

waitress!reader & spoiled!actress!reader

pinkpantheress & cindy kimberly

teacher!reader & princess!reader

lucy liu & rihanna

innocent!reader & camgirl!reader

aishwarya rai & anok yai

held at gun point if you had to give a face to all of your readers and au’s and stuff what would they look like??

oh?? are you the one holding me at gunpoint? 😭 ok well i have a few ideas so i’ll share with the class

btw disclaimer but all of my readers are intended to be anybody regardless of race, traits, etc. my readers are never described on their physical characteristics so they can be for ANYBODY <33

vampire!reader & ghost!reader.

sandra oh & naomi campbell.

dryad!reader & mermaid!reader

tyla seethal & avantika vandanapu

tp!reader & darry’sdaughter!reader

pamela anderson & beyoncé knowles-carter

ok reminder #2 before i get hate in my inbox! my fics are for ANYBODY regardless of race, hair color, facial features, skin tone, body type, religion etc.

i encourage EVERYBODY to read my fics if you want to do so, this is just something i think about while i’m writing them.

xoxo, amar <3

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the day i have had… 🚬

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awwww this is soooo cute!!! ive literally had the worst day of my life so this was a nice pick me up :))

Hiii im not sure if you have already made something like this but if you haven't I think Dallas Winston x prison pen pal readers first date when he finally gets out would be such a cute idea!!! (I literally love this Au so much💗💗) if you do end up doing this thank you!!!!💗💗

hi this is such a cutie request i had to write it! i hope it’s what u had in mind 💕

signed, sealed, delivered or part 3 of the dallas x reader penpal au

warnings: bad writing?, kinda hate the ending but oh well, fem! reader, characters are aged up, 1,382 words

ties, dallas winston decides after both him and buck have struggled their way through various knots and loops, are a wholly unnecessary invention designed to make men like him look fucking stupid. angrily tugging their lasted attempt off his neck he has half a mind to call darrell and get him to do it for him.

but one quick glance at the clock tells him he’s got to get his girl before you start to wonder where he’s got to. he’s borrowing buck’s car even though you has a perfectly good one because if he’s honest he’s finding this all a bit tricky. relying on you that is. you say you don’t mind, of course you don’t - you’re so kind you’d probably cut your heart and give it to him if he asked but it’s not right. him relying on you that is, it’s not a man’s place. he should be able to take care of you, not vice versa. it’s the reason he’s crashing at buck‘s rather then staying at your cosy little apartment because even paying half of your rent is about what he makes in a year. it’s hard, at times - he’s never gone out with a girl whos just got all this… this money.

it makes him feel kinda inadequate at times, why on earth would you have him when you could have any pretty boy willing to splash daddy’s money. it isn’t helped by the fact that most places won’t so much as give him him a chance considering his rap-sheet that’s probably longer then it isn’t helped by the fact that most places won’t so much as give him him a chance considering his rap-sheet that’s probably longer then the fucking empire state building. sometimes he gets such an ache knowing that all it would take to get a bit of extra money would be to borrow a friend’s gun and go to some random gas-station. but he promised you, and that’s got to count for something. he promised he’d try, really try the straight and narrow. for you.

tonight though, tonight he’s got it all sorted. he’d taken extra shifts at the garage where he’s been working so he’s got enough to take you out for dinner, nowhere fancy mind. just some cheap and cheerful italian but he told you to dress up nice cause he’s gonna take you out dancing after. he even had enough to stretch to a bouquet of red carnations because roses are too expensive and the woman in the shop said they mean love, affection and faithfulness. all things that he hopes to communicate but didn’t have the guts to say to your face.

pulling up to your house he rang the doorbell, palms suddenly sweaty. though the pair of you had been spending as much time with each other it dawned on him that this was your first official date. but any nerves were washed away when he saw you standing at the door. you looked beautiful in a soft pink dress made of floaty fabric and a matching bow in your hair, smiling widely at him the way you did when he first properly met you.

taking your arm he led you to the car, opening the door for you and falling into a stupid little bow to make you laugh. that was his favourite sound in the word. he could get drunk on it alone he was certain. when the pair of you were sat in the car he gestured to his cheek and you lent forward to press your soft lips to his cheek he turned his head shot that you were kissing his lips instead. he was rewarded with a soft, amused against his lips.

“you’re ridiculous” you told him fondly when you both pulled away to catch your breath “you could of just asked me”

on the drive over to the restaurant he was greeted with the sight of you, heels kicked off, legs resting on the dashboard and reapplying your lipgloss in the mirror. this was how he liked you best. the version of you that you only let him see. as you caught his gaze, your brow furrowed and you cocked your head to the side as if to say ‘what?’, but dallas simply shook his head, smiled to himself and continued to drive.

the restaurant itself was friendly looking with cheerful candles and fairy lights twinkling, red and white tablecloths and the low hum of dean martin coming from a record player in the corner. when seated the pair of you were greeted by the aging servers like old friends and you two agreed to share a portion of meatballs and pasta with lemonade to drink.

“this is like lady and the tramp” you told him with a pleased sigh after the food arrived to which dallas scoffed.

“nice one kid. really flattered by the fact that you see me as flea-ridden mongrel” he remarks but there’s no real bite to his words and laughing you kick him under the table.

“you said it not me” you tell him before promptly tucking into the pasta. he begins to eat too, so that for awhile all that is heard is the soft clinking of cutlery and an occasional grumble when he stole a meatball off your fork.

watching him eat makes your throat feel heavy, there’s something so wonderfully domestic about sharing a meal, the table is small and your knees press against each other the whole time. you pause your eating just to glance at him. he looks young here, your heart realises with a jolt. an entirely different picture to the tough gangster that he wishes to portray to the world, here he’s just a boy on a date with tomato sauce on his cheek.

“my ma used to make pasta, fresh pasta when i was little i mean. before i left new york like” this surprised you dallas hardly ever mentioned his childhood.

“i remember thinking it was the coolest thing, i’d come in from school and there’d be like pasta hanging all over the kitchen. she - like one time - there was this tree on my walk home and this one time when i passed it after a school there was fresh spaghetti hanging off it. i almost bust a gut laughing when i saw it. and she’d done that - she’d left the house with spaghetti in her hand just to hang it off this tree to make me laugh. it was just like her”

by the end of this story his voice had thickened slightly as if talking about her hurt him but rather than asking him what happened to her, you were sure he’d tell you one day but today was not that, you simply reached over the table and gave his hand a squeeze.

“we should do that one day, make pasta i mean”

“yeah - i’d - i’d really like that a lot doll”

the rest of the meal carried on much the same with private inside jokes, stories and anecdotes shared and then you two getting gelato for desert which you ate walking to the dance hall.

“let me try yours,” Dallas said, but didn’t wait for an answer before nicking a spoonful of your pistachio ice cream.

“you’re insufferable,” you told him, but you were smiling fondly.

“yeah, but you love me” he corrected with a sort of cocky half-grin on his face so that deliberately you took a second too long to respond. just enough that he’d pout like a sad puppy and then stealing a lick of his chocolate ice cream you said.

“unfortunately i do”

The two of you wandered toward the music drifting down the gym where the dance was being held, streetlamps painting the grey streets of tulsa in pools of gold. The closer you got, the louder the rhythm thudded in your chest until the dance hall’s glowing doorway was just ahead. Dallas shot you a sideways look.

“c’mon, doll. let’s show everyone how i’m the luckiest son of a bitch in tulsa”

and with that he took your hand and pulled you into the hall, hands wrapping around your waist and forehead pressed against yours as the pair of you danced till you feet hurt.

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

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Omg. People under Matt’s instagram posts are so weird. Recently he posted a photo of him standing in front of his painting he did, and some of the comments decided to talk about how they disliked his painting, and others wanted to trash on his looks. 🙄 Like no wonder he deleted that one photo of him on a train 😭 y’all just be so rude like his face was NOT the point also why are we making fun of appearances in the BIG 25….

And don’t get me started on the weird thirst comments under any of his posts. Like when he made a post about his dad passing away and people were in the comments being gross and freaky. Uh….not the time for that guys…

Anyway I have content to post. Sorry I’ve not been very active I’ve been having a hard time lately 💜

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I just finished reading your au swap with Isa and it was so well written! I’d love to see you and @jamesdeanbby do an au swap since you guys are like known for having such cool au’s! Love you and your blog so much! Xx 💋

i’d love to if she’s up for it! also tysm gorgeous!