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not to be a dirty commie or anything but i don't think any one person should have enough money to solve world hunger and then get to decide not to
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senior year | dresses
mean girls (2024) masterlist main masterlist
rated T for language
tw: cancer, use of slurs (d*ke)
The crack of a bat hitting a ball draws your attention; the ball coming straight at you on the ground. Head down, you field the ball cleanly, wind up, and throw the ball to first base, beating the runner there. She’s out, and the game is over.
With the season drawing to a close, it now being mid-April, this win just solidified North Shore’s appearance at the state tournament.
Cheers from your teammates can be heard from around the field, including Regina’s from center field.
After a brief celebration, you line up and shake the other team's hands, their sullen faces doing nothing to detract from the joy of your team.
You get a pep talk from Coach Michaels, who is all smiles, a juice pouch, and get sent on your way back to the bus to go home.
“Good game, honey!” Your mom greets you as she packs up her things. Today she has a lovely green bandana around her head.
“Thanks mom, we’re going to state!!” You squeal.
“I know, sweetheart, congratulations!” She says with a hug.
“I’ll see you at home?” You ask, pulling away.
“Yes, I’ll see you there. Don’t be too late, okay?” She smiles.
“Okay, I love you!” You bid in goodbye.
After she leaves, you turn around to find Regina, packed and ready to get on the bus, standing behind you.
“Brush my hair?” She asks.
“Let me pack up first, geez,” You laugh.
Regina follows you back into the dugout.
“I wish my mom came to games like yours does.” She comments. “It’s not like she’s doing anything else,” She laments.
“I’m sorry, baby.” You console. “Do you think she’d come to state?”
She snorts mirthlessly. “I can’t get her to come to a home game, you think she’d drive hours away for a whole weekend? Not happening.”
You frown.
“I’m sorry, that sucks.” You comfort. “Do you hear my mom cheering for you when you’re up, though?”
“Of course I do, she’s the best!” She smiles.
“Okay, let’s go,” You say, picking up your bag and walking toward the bus.
The two of you get settled on the bus, Regina offering you an airpod which you put into your ear. She’s playing rap, which isn’t your favorite, but you listen anyways.
Slowly, you remove the hair ties from her hair and take your fingers through the fine, blonde strands. Regina sighs in contentment and leans back against you. Grabbing the brush you had retrieved earlier, you start at the ends of her hair and slowly brush it out.
“Do you want to go dress shopping tomorrow?” She asks, breaking the silence between you.
“Yeah, that sounds fun. Where do we go for fancy dresses?” You ask.
“The mall. We can also go to some bridal stores, if we don’t find anything.” She informs you.
“Regina,” You laugh, “You haven’t even asked me to marry you!”
You can’t see her face, but you know she’s rolling her eyes at you.
“Ha ha, so funny,” She says sarcastically. “Can I pick you up at like, noon?” She asks.
“Yeah, that works great.” You agree.
Normally, you would go over to Regina’s house on a Friday night, but you’re still grounded from the unfortunate slapping incident.
“Don’t have too much fun without me tonight.” You request.
“It’s never fun when you’re not there,” Regina comments, “Do you want me to facetime you and prop you up?” She offers.
“Nah,” You shake your head with a smile. “I don’t think that would work too well; you’d just talk to me all night and ignore our friends.” You laugh, squeezing her shoulders to let her know you’re done with her hair.
“So true,” She laughs.
You spend the rest of the bus ride listening to music peacefully.
“Bye, pretty,” She says as she leaves you at your car in the parking lot.
“Bye, Gigi,” You say with a wave as you climb in.
She picks you up at exactly noon the next day, immediately heading to the nearest coffee drive through.
“So, what kind of dress are you thinking?” She asks.
“I honestly have no idea. I’m going to see which ones catch my eye and try them on and see.” You explain. “What are you looking for?” You ask.
“Definitely something tight, I don’t like the poofy ones,” She says, “And I don’t care too much about the color, so I guess we’ll see!”
“Did the others not want to come today?” You ask as you get your drinks.
“I didn’t invite them.” Regina says, taking a sip.
“Regina!” You scold.
“What!? I’ll go with them again if they want me to!” She defends.
“You’re the worst,” You smile.
“But you love me!” She says.
“Unfortunately.” You laugh.
At the mall, you try on at least 20 dresses, most of them pushed on you by Regina.
None of them are quite right, but you find yourself leaving towards the color black.
“But black is so boring,” Regina whines, handing you a dark blue dress in your size.
“Black is timeless and classy,” You return.
“Work with me here,” She begs. “Pink is your favorite, right?”
“Color, yes, but definitely not to wear.” You deny.
“Okay, wait, I saw one out there that I think you’d like. Wait.” She orders.
“Not like I’m going anywhere,” You mumble to yourself.
“Okay, here,” She says when she returns, handing you another black dress. This one is a halter top, a-line dress with a slit up the leg, and a band of pink flowers around the waist.
“Ooo,” You marvel as you see it.
“Yes! Try it on!” She commands.
You struggle into the dress, then open the door to the dressing room.
“Zip it up?” You ask, holding your hair up and turning around.
Regina enters the dressing room, zipping up the back of the dress. She looks over your shoulder into the mirror in front of you.
“What do you think?” She asks hopefully.
“I think this one is perfect.” You smile.
“Yes!” She cheers. “Definitely wear your hair up, and then maybe some pink shoes?” She ponders.
“I think black shoes will be fine,” You laugh, “I already have them, too.”
“Ugh, fine, ruin my fun.” She pouts.
“Okay, it’s seriously your turn to try some on,” You urge. “Go look while I take this off,” You tell her.
If you know one thing about Regina, it’s that shopping with her will take hours.
And it does. And she doesn’t even end up buying a dress.
“I have to go again with Karen, Cady, and Gretchen, anyway. I’ll find one, don’t worry!” She tells you.
“Is Janis going?” You ask.
“Why?” Regina asks with a confused look on her face.
“I’m just curious, you didn’t mention her.” You say.
“I think she’s going with a suit and going with Damian to find them.” She tells you.
“Sick,” You smile.
“Do I have to take you back home,” Regina whines.
“Yes, my mom will kill me if I don’t. It was hard enough to let her agree to this.” You tell her.
“But she agreed because she loves me?” Regina asks, obviously fishing for a compliment.
“Yes, my mom loves you. But she won’t anymore if you kidnap me.” You joke.
“Fine, let’s go,” Regina agrees.
You’re so excited for the rest of the year; the dance, state championships, graduation. And you’re even more excited because you get to do it all with your friends and Regina by your side.
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I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you
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Being an Adult is a Scam. In fact, it's at least six different scams all stacked under a trench coat.
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take the day off from being the bigger person and choose violence, you deserve it
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sometimes a piece of media just! grabs you by the throat and says, "hey buddy! I'm gonna irrevocably alter your brain chemistry now! have fun with that!!"
and then you just ! gotta deal with that ! you guess !!
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Plastic Love
Yandere Mean Girls X Reader
“Where are you going?” One of the exact people you were trying to avoid speaks from behind you. Right when you were so close to escaping the cafeteria without being caught.
“Well?” You turn to face Gretchen with an obviously nervous smile. The plastic is staring at you accusingly, as if you’re the one doing something wrong.
“Um I was just looking for Karen. I thought I saw her wander off again” Gretchen’s expression quickly changes to her usual one of vapid charm at your shaky response.
She reaches out to take your lunch tray completely dashing your hopes of eating lunch alone. She begins to lead you towards the plastics table. “Oh that’s so sweet. She’s at our table though waiting for you. Next time you think you see her leaving just come tell me and I’ll look for her instead.”
The harsh flourecent lights and lunch tables come together to look like a horrible maw. The monster of north shore high once again swallowing you whole. You nod absentmindedly, resigning to your fate.
“There you are” Regina pulls you to her side as if you were more plastic then human. She smiles coldly at Gretchen as she too takes a seat. “We thought you got lost. Karen was so upset”
Their conversation fades into the background as Karen reaches over to you from across the table. She pops a grape from your tray into her mouth and uses her other hand to hold one of your own. She smiles happily and plays with your fingers as she hums softly. “Next time we get our nails done let’s get matching ones”
she gasps and draws your attention fully to her. “Maybe I can get a little version of your face on mine. Wouldn’t that be so cute?” Karen looks up at you expectantly and squeals happily as you nod.
Her squeal draws Regina’s attention from berating Gretchen and back to you. She sidles as close to your side as possible and smiles playfully at Karen. “Do you really think y/n is cute enough for that?”
Karen nods after only a few confused seconds of thinking about it. Gretchen even pipes up from beside Karen. “That’s mean Regina…”
You frown softly not even bothering to interject in the conversation. Chances are it’d only make it all worse and you really couldn’t handle worse.
Regina pouts mockingly and turns to look at you. “She knows I’m just kidding.” A perfectly manicured finger reaches over to play with some of your stray baby hairs. “You’re not upset are you?”
As you look around the table you start to feel trapped and your vision narrows as if you’re looking at the plastics from the bottom of a well. The entire lunch room seems to hush as if just as interested in your response as your supposed friends. “No of course not. Everything’s great.”
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Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.
I use it as a coma
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its me and the “x reader” tags against the world.
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official elon musk hate post reblog to hate like to hate reply to hate
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This is me trying to spread the poly plastics message along
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In honor of Lesbian day - Rachel McAdams Lesbian Pride Flag pfps!

Pls like & reblog if u save!!
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Incurable Cravings (Chapter Six)
Pairing: Regina George x Reader
Warning(s): brief references to sex.
Word Count: 1500, Part 6/6 - Final Chapter (better late than never!)
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5
Regina and reader discuss Harvard and their future together.
You immediately covered your eyes with your hands trying to avoid Regina’s reaction, so it wasn’t until she gently pulled your hands down again that you saw the blonde beaming back at you.
“Is that all?” She asked.
“What?”
“Baby, come on, I’m so fucking proud of you! Did you think I was going to be upset?”
“Well, yeah… If not for the fact that I’m moving far away then because I waited this long to tell you.” You averted your gaze, your eyes were still watering and you didn’t want her to see.
Regina sighed and then shook her head, “I’m not upset. My darling is going to Harvard. I’m ecstatic, and you should be too. I’m going to miss you like crazy while you’re away, but you can bet your ass that I’m going to visit you every single chance I get! Hell, I can visit Leighton in Vermont, too.”
You sniffled and looked back at her but you were still nervous.
She tutted at you, “I know that look. What’re you worrying about?”
“Me going away… I thought… I thought that it would mean you’d break up with me.”
Regina raised an eyebrow and frowned, “why would I go and do a stupid thing like that?”
You stared at her in shock, “t-the… distance… other people… all of those things.”
“Do you want to split up when you leave for school?”
“No!” You grabbed her arms, tighter than you maybe should have.
Regina reached up and touched your jaw gently, “then there’s nothing to be worried about, okay? I know I don’t say everything that I feel out loud… but believe me, I never want to be without you. So what if you’re going to be moving? You’re still mine.”
Whatever dam that was inside of holding everything back crumbled at that and you fell forward into Regina as you sobbed.
She held you while you cried and eventually slid down the bathroom wall, pulling you both down to the ground to sit until you recovered. She whispered quiet affirmations to you while kissing your hair and rubbing your back.
You finally were able to get in a few deep breaths and then you pulled back to look at her again.
Regina dabbed at your eyes and whispered, “I love you, okay? And… there is so much life that I want to live with you, still. So, stop your crying because you’re going to get puffy and because we are going to celebrate this accomplishment.”
“Celebrate?”
“Oh, yes baby. Just you and me tonight…” she smirked at you in a way that made your stomach flip, then continued, “and then I’m going to throw you the biggest fucking party ever.”
You laughed incredulously, “you’re… going to throw me a party?”
Regina nodded, biting her lower lip, “yes, I am.”
“A party… with people there?”
Regina laughed, “people are usually present at parties, yes.”
“No, I mean-”
“I know what you mean, but I want to do this. I want everyone to know how amazing you are.”
“Gina…”
Regina simply leaned in and kissed you, saying all that needed to be said.
That evening, Regina took you home with her, confidently holding your hand in hers as she brought you inside and up to her room. If you noticed any kind of reaction from Ms.George, it was immediately forgotten as Regina ate you out to within an inch of your life in her bed, and then fucked you again in the bath, and then gifted you a gorgeous strapon that she has been saving for a “special occasion” that you used to fuck her until you were both too spent to do anything but go straight to sleep.
A couple weeks later, Regina invited Janis to get coffee with her. You encouraged Janis to accept the offer, and thank God she did, because they finally talked and worked through everything. You watched as Regina and Janis forgave one another and a supportive friend group formed. You, Regina, Janis, Cady, Damien, Gretchen, and Karen all ate lunch together everyday and hung out outside of school.
Regina figured out that she didn’t have to make a big deal out of coming out, she could just be. Before long, she was using her powers of influence to shut down classmates’ homophobic comments, got teachers to start talking about queer history in class and got a portion of the Senior Prom profits donated to a local shelter for queer youth. Then, in the week before graduation, Regina threw you a massive party celebrating your Harvard acceptance and she kissed you in front of everyone.
You were on cloud nine all summer. You and Regina spent nearly every day together, sometimes joined by your friends. You went swimming all the time, took a weekend trip to Chicago, saw drive-in movies, and barely slept at your own house.
When it came to leaving for school, Regina insisted on driving you to Boston herself. You made a list of all the sites in Cambridge and Boston that you wanted to see and Regina smiled even when she was bored out of her skull while you rambled about the State House and the Great Molasses Flood. Regina was far more interested in thoroughly investigating your dorm and campus, stating that she needed to know you’d be safe without her. Your roommate, Daphne, was so nice and didn’t even get upset when Regina grilled her about her high school experience and college ambitions.
You both cried when you had to say goodbye because you had to give in to the dramatics of it all even though Regina called you twenty minutes later when she hit the freeway.
Days turned to weeks, then months. Regina was taking a gap year to figure things out and work and she made sure to visit you and Leighton and her other East Coast residing friends as often as she could (Cady was settling in wonderfully at MIT and the two of you hung out often, and Janis was very happy at RISD).
Before you knew it, your sophomore year was around the corner. You had stayed on campus for a research internship over the summer and one day when you got back to your dorm, a certain blonde was standing there waiting for you. You dropped your bag onto the ground and ran into Regina’s arms, kissing her cheeks frantically. She laughed and said, “I needed to tell you in person - I’m starting at the fashion institute in New York this semester baby!”
You laid in your twin size dorm bed with Regina curled into your side while she drew nonsensical shapes onto your bare chest with her fingers.
“We’ll be able to see each other so much more often, the bus between Boston and New York is so cheap!”
Regina shuddered and made a retching sound, “you can take the bus, I will be traveling First Class on the Amtrak, thank you very much.”
You laugh, “you say that now but just wait until you spend all of your allowance on eating out instead of succumbing to whatever they’re serving at the dining hall.”
Regina looked up at you, "I love you, I really do but I’m sorry, I’ll die before I take a Megabus out of Port Authority. For literally so many reasons.”
You chuckled at the blonde and rolled over to be on top of her as you began kissing down her body and made her shut up about the transportation options.
So you stayed in Boston, Regina moved to New York which was a massive improvement, but still not close enough sometimes.
Things really started to feel settled when a couple weeks into the semester, you got word from Regina that Leighton was transferring from Essex to MIT. Regina started coming to Boston so often that she ended up signing up for a clinical trial on POTS being run at the Harvard Medical School so you got to see her a lot and she started to feel so much better even through all the complaining that you guys did about how shitty the transit system in Boston was.
You went down to New York to see Broadway shows and concerts with Regina. One night while out for dinner she said, “just move here, will you? I hear Columbia is fine. I hate Boston.”
You laughed and responded, “no you don’t, just last week you said that New York overstimulates you and that you love that you can actually see the leaves change in Boston.”
“Ugh, didn’t I tell you to stop using the things I say against me?”
“Mm no I don’t remember that. At least we know that we’ll never move back to Illinois.”
Regina smirked and clinked her drink glass against yours, “that, my love, is very true.”
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