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hey doll, is elaci on ao3:((( sorry im like knees deep into rule of thirds & lotties-ashwaganda has anons off 🙏🙏 please & thank you 😓😓

Im taking days off from tumblr yall, but pls, everyone read this. 🙏🙏

@lotties-ashwagandha

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NOOOOO, IT DOES THAT SOMETIMES. Try clicking on the three dots, deleting ur current chat, and putting the same prompt, it can get repetitive sometimes, but im sure u can do it. :(

If not, try putting "no bangs" in the prompt or adding a different type of hairstyle for it to do.

For my moots who wanna make a blythe doll version of themselves too!!

Download the "Bing" app, and on it, click on the "Copilot" option right in the middle. Type in the chat, "Create image: blythe doll...", and then do a prompt of how you look! Mine was like, "Create image: blythe doll, black hair, curly, bangs, brown eyes...", bc i think its easier that way!

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Tutorial just for u beautiful 🤭:

Make ur gorg self i wanna see it so bad. Hit me up if u need. <3

show your ways on how to make a blythe doll, i'm so close to crying

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U in the right place. 😈

show your ways on how to make a blythe doll, i'm so close to crying

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Hi

Sex ?

the porn bots don't even write obscure poetry anymore

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THIS IS GONNA BE FIREEEE.

WE USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THIS‼️‼️

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While we’re on the topic: I’m thinking of noncommittal!reader where Patrick and reader get into a heated argument about reader not taking Patrick seriously because she does just see him as a racket and a dick but she’ll never admit it because he treats her nicely and but he can see right through her so when he breaks up with her to be with Tashi she’s very chill and nonchalant about it even though she misses him bc he kept good company and so when she runs into him on campus and they’re waiting for their friend Art to finish practice (or something) they get into another argument for the first time since they’ve broken up because she doesn’t fight for him. Lots of that’s your problem’s and WHY WON’T YOU FIGHT FOR US? FOR ME? from patty cakes xxx 😅😅🫡

love your writing, you’re amazing!! have a goodnight 😘😘

the can of worms you've just opened anon...I love angst it's too much fun to write. also, thank you so much 💓 also again let's pretend patrick went to stanford in this.

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"I just don't want to be a part of something that's not going anywhere." You sighed loudly, rubbing your temple as you stomped into your dorm, Patrick following shortly after. You didn't want to be having this conversation right now; you were tired from a long day and frustrated beyond understanding with an explosive headache.

"Why are we making an issue of this?" you asked, throwing yourself onto your bed as he paced around your bedroom. "You're the issue," he said pointedly, "you don't want to commit to this."

"Why are you so dead set on this whole 'commitment' thing?" you asked, moving to sit upright as you crossed your legs. "You wanna be able to tell people we're girlfriend and boyfriend?" you added, sarcasm prominent in your voice.

"That's sounds a lot better than fuck buddies," he scoffed and you rolled your eyes. You had half a mind to be spiteful and tell them that that was exactly what the two of you were— just fuck buddies — but you know you'd be lying to yourself and to him. "Is that all we are to you? Fuck buddies?" he asked, a deep hurt present in his eyes. You shook your head before you could even register his words. "No, of course not, you know that," you said hurriedly, and he scoffed.

"No, I dont, actually," he countered with a dry laugh. "I'm serious, Patrick," you tried as he came to a standstill right at the edge of the bed, looking down his nose at you like some kind of monarch. As long as you've known Patrick, you've never once felt inferior to him, so it was a strange position to find yourself in.

"Tell me you're willing you're commit to this, put a title on our relationship, then I'll take you seriously," he said, looking down at you with a sternness that made you feel small under his gaze. The words he wanted to hear so badly wanted to come out, but they were stuck in your throat and all you could do was stare at Patrick as your heart beat rapidly in your chest and your sweaty palms held your upper thighs in a vice grip.

"If you can't even say it, then I don't see any reason why we should keep doing this," he said softly, the anger in his eyes now replaced with hurt. "Then leave."

As soon as the words left you, you wanted to cover your mouth in shock, you wanted to go back in time and will yourself to not ever utter them because the look on Patrick's face as soon as those words left your mouth was devastating. He only shook his head as he mulled your words over in his head. Before you could even try to salvage anything, he was grabbing his gymbag next to your bed and slinging it over his shoulder, leaving with nothing but a "fine" and a slam of the door.

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That was about three months ago, and even though it was difficult, you've found a way to somewhat move on from Patrick. You still missed him, and the fun the two of you used to have together, even if you weren't willing to admit that to yourself or him.

You sat quietly and watched as the boys' team practiced, everyone really just doing their own thing. You knew Patrick was using the court with Art, you could see them in your peripheral, but you made a point not to even spare him a look. Patrick obviously notices this and when they finish practicing he told Art he'd join him in the locker room soon before he's making his way to you.

When you saw him making his way to where you sat, you had to physically suppress a grunt as he came to sit next to you. "Hey," he said, getting comfortable on the bench as he outstretched his arms on the backrest, the tips of his fingers touching your back. "Hi," you said, looking around to see if any of your teammates had arrived yet. When your eyes met his, he raised his brows at you in question before he spoke up again. "So," he started, "how've you been?"

"Oh, I've been great," you spoke through clenched teeth as your hands went to pull at the loose threads on your shorts. "M'yeah, I figured," he mumbled, but you caught it, your head rising as you turned to him. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked, and he shrugged. "You didn't look too sad when we broke up," he said, "or wait, I probably shouldn't say 'break up'. We were never a couple, after all."

"It's not like that, Patrick. At all," you said softly, but he only scoffed loudly. "Yeah? Then why didn't you even try to save the relationship? As soon as I walked out of that door, it was like you were relieved to finally get rid of me," he said. "That's not true, you're putting words in my mouth," you said angrily.

"It's not? Because that's what it looked like," he said before a humorless laugh escaped his mouth, "I mean, you didn't even try. You kept saying what we had was important to you, but you just— You weren't even willing to fight for it. Not even a little."

"You didn't try either," you said hurriedly, your chest tightening with emotion as you watched his scowl deepen. "Because I tried the whole time!" he half-shouted, and you wanted the earth to swallow you whole, grateful no one was around to see this argument. "The whole time we were together, it was just me!" he continued. "I was the only one making an effort when we were together. You were always so," he paused, "so loose. It was all just a game to you. You never saw anything serious for us."

You sighed softly. "I don't understand why you came here to start an argument about this now? You're so hypocritical. Are you not with Tashi?" you asked, crossing your arms as the anger made your skin heat up.

"Yeah, I am with Tashi," he said, "I'm in a relationship with her. And I'm happy because I was tired of sitting around and waiting for you." It was a low blow, but it was the truth, and even though Patrick could see the hurt in your eyes, he didn't even feel bad. Wordlessly, he stood up and made his way to the locker rooms, leaving you with a tight chest and tears pooling in your eyes.

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"It's an open relationship", hun, we can see that!

i really love art and patricks response to tashi saying she's not a homewrecker. like u know those two got called gay so often at the academy that at some point they just went along with it LMAO

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HEELPPPPPP.

mary should have had a wife instead of a husband bc i know a wife would be helping her to kill the murderer

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Violated.

mary should have had a wife instead of a husband bc i know a wife would be helping her to kill the murderer

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CALLING ME FUNNY IN MY ASKS IS A LOVE LANGUAGE . INSTA REFOLLOW❤️

HAPPY MARRIAGE. 🤭💞

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Me if loving girl bloggers was a crime.

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NO WAAAYYYYYYYY.

moots pls, i just joined ☹️☹️😫

i live for mike faist

my only purpose on earth is for kate bush, my wife and mike faist my husband

@kurtcobaingirlie teach me how to use this more please..😭🙏💐

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❀ coach duncan's protégé and star player

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HEEEYYY GIRLLL.

moots pls, i just joined ☹️☹️😫

i live for mike faist

my only purpose on earth is for kate bush, my wife and mike faist my husband

@kurtcobaingirlie teach me how to use this more please..😭🙏💐

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The day i start to fw the scott pilgrim anime yall can shoot me in the head.

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BEAUTIFUL DRESSES, NEOWWWWW.

mary should have had a wife instead of a husband bc i know a wife would be helping her to kill the murderer