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Life’s feeling a little weird lately but at least Jake Kiszka exists.

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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

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Who else is bricked tf up??

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I miss my wife. 💔😪

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Is it just me or do I wanna get this man pregnant?!?!!??

Also I took these pictures, what??

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guys I just want to TAKE CARE OF HIM, I just want to take care of him. I just wanna come home to him.

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Who up thinking about Jake Kiszka rn? 🥱🥱

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don't want you like a best friend - r.b.

pairing: robin buckley x afab reader

written by request! word count: 2402

content: she/her pronouns, afab reader, smut, fingering, reader is wearing a dress, fluff, yearning!, kissing, making out, 18+

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“you looked great tonight, y/n,” robin whispered in the passenger side of your car, eyes ogling the way the slit showed off almost your whole leg in the car seat. her eyes traveled up slowly, finally landing on your face which held a graceful smile. 

there was always something more when it came to the friendship between robin and yourself. you weren’t sure what it was. but it felt like adoration, closeness, vulnerability, and love. you thought it was more than the friend kind of love she held for steve. it was the love that felt deeper than anything and more real than anything. 

however, living in hawkins did not provide much safety to explore this deeper meaning. there were conservative eyes watching your every move. it felt risky to even attend prom together however, everyone believed you were just “friends.” you were friends, sure. but friends didn’t look at you the way that robin just looked at you. 

“you always look great, robs,” you whispered back. she blushed and peered down at her outfit. though she wanted a suit, her mother forced her into a dress. however, she made it her own with her abundance of rings and bracelets and chains. she looked like robin but in a wine-colored, tea-length prom dress. 

the car ride from school to your home felt like an eternity but one that wasn’t awkward or tense. it was peaceful as the two of you had grown tired after dancing away to madonna for the majority of the night. the windows were down, providing some coolness after the heat of the cramped gym caused sweat to drip down your forehead. 

eventually, the driveway to your house came into view and no cars were parked in front. it was as if the universe was on your side when your aunt invited your parents up to her house for the weekend. neither you nor robin had the courage to do anything about a whole house to yourselves for the weekend. therefore, steve did it for you, practically shoving robin into your arms. 

once the car was parked, the two of you stepped barefoot onto the concrete, heels abandoned hours ago. it was quiet all the way to your front door and then when you stepped in too. 

“i wanna get out of this dress now,” robin muttered, tugging at the chest that felt too tight. you thought that it looked great on her, sticking in the right places and flaunting off the parts of her you found yourself staring at one too many times. 

“come on, we’ll go up to my room and put on some pajamas,” you told her. she smiled gratefully and followed you down the hallway and into the darkened room. with a tug on the lamp string, the room was now bathed in a warm glow. robin looked gorgeous in this lighting just as she looked gorgeous under the colorful lights at prom and under the fluorescent lights in school and under any light, really. she was gorgeous, simply. 

your eyes averted from robin and down to the ground, ashamed of the amount you’ve looked at her in just these two minutes of being alone in your room, in your house. to busy yourself, you worked on taking your makeup off and untwisting the intricate hairdo nancy suggested. through the mirror, you could see robin struggling with the zipper of her dress. 

“here, let me get it for you,” you said, standing and coming up to her back. your fingers grazed her skin and she shook with the chill that ran down her spine. you whispered an apology and undid the clasp holding the zipper together. once that was free, you pulled the zipper down her back. a breath got caught in your throat at the realization that she was wearing no bra underneath. 

unintentionally, your fingertips traced her spine and down the curve of her back, ending just a few inches above the curve of her ass. she held onto the dress at the top but the bottom of it opened up just enough to see the hem of her red underwear. you felt your hands go clammy and your body shake with anticipation. 

she turned around slowly. “thanks,” she said. she must’ve noticed the thickness of the air around you. her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were looking at your feet on the carpet. “do you, um, have any pajamas i can wear? i didn’t pack much.” 

“yeah! yeah, for sure,” you answered. thankful for the distraction, you turned around and started pilfering through your drawers. once you found a matching set, you handed them to her. however, her eyes didn’t move from the bashful stare she had on your figure as you were bent over to go through your clothes. “like the view?” you asked unseriously. 

it seemed like her brain hadn’t fully caught up with the tension of the moment so she nodded and whispered, “i do. so much. you have no idea.” her eyes suddenly went wide once she heard what escaped from her lips. she started a short pace, hands desperately clutching at the top of her dress. “oh god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to say that. i’m sorry. jesus. i wasn’t thinking and you look so beautiful and you have all night. you do every second, actually. i’m sorry. i don’t want to look to deep into what we have but i know it’s special and i don’t want to ruin it and-” 

“robin,” you mumbled. she stopped her stream of words as well as the pacing. “you don’t have to be sorry. i promise.” 

“i feel like a pervert, though. staring at you while you’re bent over like that.” 

“robin…i’ve been staring at you all night. are you kidding? you look beautiful. you looked better than anyone else in that gym tonight. you always do. don’t apologize. i want this more than you think.” 

“you do?” she asked incredulously. “do you really? want this, i mean? want me? i didn’t want to assume anything. because you know what they say! makes an ass out of you-” 

you couldn’t keep the smile off your face at her rambling and decided, at that very moment, to step closer to her and plant a kiss on her lips. it effectively cut her off however she didn’t kiss back. you pulled back almost immediately but then with a free hand, she pulled you back into her body and kissed you just as if not more passionately. it felt like everything was meant to be. you understood now why nancy says her kisses with jonathan feel like fireworks. when you’re with the right person, they really do. 

robin seemed to forget about the dress hanging off of her body and wrapped her two arms around your waist, caging you in. you were pressed so tightly to her that the dress didn’t even budge. your lips did not move ideally in sync and it took a minute to find a good rhythm. teeth clashed at sudden bursts of roughness or your lips barely brushed together with softness. 

once the two of you felt secure in your movements, robin backed you up till the back of your knees hit your bed. she pulled back for just a moment and it was a beautiful sight. slowly, she let the dress fall off her body. 

“wow… you…,” you whispered. you weren’t sure what to say and you were pretty much speechless. your eyes slid down the curves of her body and drank in every detail, every freckle, every beauty mark, and every sign that her body was lived in. perfection. you thought. perfection.

“like the view?” she said, mirroring your previous words. you nodded quickly and she smiled with the newfound confidence flooding her body. her eyes then lowered to your dress and then back up to your own. “think you should look the same.” 

“only bought this so you could take it off of me.” 

she pounced, your words sinking in, and making her toes curl. her hands pushed you down onto the bed and with a nudge, she rolled you over. her fingers struggled with the buttons and clasps but eventually, she unzipped it the entire way. her touch lingered just above the small of your back and you ached for more. you didn’t know someone’s touch could be this intoxicating.

slowly, she unhooked your bra so your lack of clothing matched. you flipped back onto your back while her hands held her up on either side of your head.

“you’re so stunning,” she whispered. her head dipped down to lean against your forehead and your warm breath mixed with yours, bringing a tint to her cheeks. “i think about you all the time. i mean all the time. when i’m working, when i’m studying. at night. you’re all i want.” her ramble eased with another passionate kiss to your lips. 

suddenly, everything sped up but it also felt like everything was in slo-mo. her kisses grew desperate and wet. she trailed from your lips, over to the corner of your jaw, down your neck, and right at the conjunction between your chest and neck, she sucked hard, ensuring there’d be a splotchy mark in the morning. her eyes met yours just as her lips found your breast and for the next however long, your head was thrown back in pleasure as she ensured they received enough attention. 

“jesus, robin,” you whimpered. you felt her lips curl up into a smile against her skin. without warning, her mouth encircled the center of your breast, and each time her teeth grazed the sensitive skin, you whined. you weren’t exactly sure how robin was so good at what she was doing but it didn’t matter at the moment. 

soon, she was satisfied with the amount of attention given to your upper body and wished to give your lower half the same amount. with your eyes still connected, her hands splayed across your stomach as her lips attached to your thigh. at the first lick and subtle bite, you fell for her deeper and melted to mere water in her hands. her fingers danced up and down your side which sent goosebumps along your arms and legs. she moved from thigh to thigh, going up and down. with each kiss, you felt your desperation and arousal grow, especially at your core. 

your hand met hers and you squeezed it to gain her attention. she looked up with a questioning look. “as much as i’m enjoying the attention, i need more. please.” as subtly as possible, you directed her own hand towards the hem of your underwear. 

“are you one hundred percent sure? i don’t want you to feel pushed at all,” she asked for reassurance one more time. instead of verbally expressing your need, you bucked up just enough for her hand to knock against the wettest spot of your underwear. “okay. okay. message received.” 

her hands shook just the smallest amount as they dipped below the hem of your underwear. robin prided herself on knowing the female anatomy rather well but she was still shocked when her finger grazed your clit and a shiver shook through your entire body. she was desperate for another reaction like that and ran her hand past you once more. “ah-fuck,” you whimpered. 

just to test the waters, robin’s hands moved up and down, slipping between the folds of your body then coming back up to your clit. in one sudden push, her fingers slipped into your entrance. they curled up like it was an automatic response. a groan slipped through your lips at the feeling of her slender fingers hitting the exact spot that made you crazy. 

she kept her movements consistent but varied like a pattern. she’d expertly move from her fingers going in and out then floating up to your clit where she’d rub and tease till you couldn’t stand it. a pressure built deep in your stomach but robin held off speeding up her movements. she wanted to keep this moment going on for as long as she could. she enjoyed seeing your eyes closed shut and your mouth open, haphazardly letting moan after moan out. in between those were whispers or grunts of her name. 

robin knew then there was nothing she wouldn’t do to make you hers forever. homophobes of hawkins be damned. robin would marry you in the middle of town if it would make you happy. she was glad you had the night alone and she was eternally grateful your feelings were the same. now robin could do this to you every night if you would let her. 

slowly, she nudged over, careful not to take away contact. she placed her weight on her knees, opting to use both of her hands on you. she pushed your underwear to the side and the minute her thumb touched your clit while her other fingers remained inside of you. the constant motion of her curled fingers mixed with the bundle of nerves being quickly stimulated made the pressure in stomach grow to an intolerable amount. 

with an almost shriek of her name, you came around her fingers. her movements didn’t stop but just slowed down. when your breathing returned to a normal pace, she pulled out slowly. then, she was on top of you, kissing your hot cheeks and pouting lips. 

“you…are so perfect,” you said in one breath. “how we went this long without finally doing this, i have no idea. i didn’t know how much i needed this.” robin smiled. “needed you.”

robin not-so-gracefully fell to your side, propping up her head with an arm. she was quiet but not because she couldn’t speak. she just didn’t have to. there was nothing for her to explain or excuse or feel awkward about. it was just simply a peaceful existence. she didn’t know good this could feel. 

that moment of peace was short-lived, though, once you had your energy back. she gasped as her back hit the bed and you were now on top of her. you repeated her kissing motions and went so far down to leave a kiss at the base of her stomach. “your turn now,” you said, hands pushing her legs apart. maybe peace wasn’t needed.

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hehe hope you enjoy!! requests are always open and they will get wrote at one point or another i promise!

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this is actually me. 😪

Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

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REAL ‼️‼️

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real.

mutual obsession is so hot like please let's do absolutely anything for each other

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LOVE.

Just a lil blurb about Robins first time kissing you

Your feet kick against Robin’s under her blanket and she recoils at their icy touch. 

It makes you giggle, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow your cheek is smushed into, the same pillow Robin is resting on. 

Her cheeks are dusted pink, making her freckles all the more endearing along with her glassy blue eyes. Her hair is mused over the pillow, it had been carefully styled before the party at Steve’s but now it’s a collection of cowlicks and knotty strands. 

She kicks you back, hitting your calf in revenge. She curls her foot around the muscle, bringing your legs closer to hers. 

“Are you cold? She asks. You nod although really, after how much you drank, you can’t tell if your cold or not.  

Her legs wrap around yours and every meeting point feels electric. Her calf in between yours, her thighs pressing into yours. 

Her skin is soft as a peach, and the vanilla and cinnamon body lotion she uses only makes her more appealing. You can feel the slight prickle of her leg hair starting to grow back in and your mind wanders like it always does, to how the rest of her skin would feel. 

She draws back your attention by squeezing your hand. Your fingers had been entwined for half the night. Drunk best friends, that was all it was. 

Only your other best friends don’t make your pulse race. You don’t avert your gaze from Steve when he reaches up and exposes his stomach from fear of drooling. You don’t look at Nancy while talking and lose your entire train of thought. 

There’s certainly no one else you would want to be wound around in bed, noses almost brushing as you whisper secrets to each other. 

Robin’s thumb rubs your wrist, bumping against the friendship bracelet she made you when she was bored one shift. The threads are tattered and the colour is blanched because you refuse to take it off. 

She must feel how quickly your heart is racing, as her thumb presses into your pulse. How can she not notice what she does to you? Time spent with anyone but her feels wasted. You only come to every one of Steve’s get-togethers because Robin is also always there. 

Last week you spent an hour carefully painting each of her nails. You savoured rubbing in the hand cream you insisted she needed for the full spa day experience. Your fingers traced every ridge, vein and wrinkle, because you had to make sure it was all soaked in. 

You feel her breath against your chin as she blinks up at you, her responses are slow from the shots you had both done earlier. Some of her lashes are sticking together to make a triangle. You reach your pinky out and brush them apart, making her eyes flutter shut. 

“Tell me another secret?” You whisper. 

It’s your favourite game, swapping secrets. You feel yourself growing closer to Robin with every secret she spills. You know it’s silly, but you also hope that one day the secret-spilling from her lips will be that she likes you. 

Her freckled cheeks grow warmer, her nose turning a rosy colour. You know that means this secret is going to be good. She nuzzles further into the pillow and consequently closer to you. 

She whispers her secret to you, voice so low that if you hadn’t been staring at her lips, watching how they moved to form each word, you wouldn’t have been able to piece together what she said. 

“I’ve never been kissed”

It startles you so much that you go to sit up, but your tangled legs don’t co-operate so you end up falling back down. Your shared pillow puffs up and the rush of air makes Robin’s hair fly up and then float back down again. 

Your wide eyes stare into hers. For once you don’t get lost contemplating them because it’s just so unbelievable a secret to be true. “You can’t lie,” You insist, shaking your head and jostling hers from its resting place. 

She pulls herself up on her elbows, drawing her legs out from around yours and you immediately regret your words. “I’m not lying” She huffs. 

“What about-”

“No one. I’ve kissed no one,” Her fingers grip the comforter tight, she tries to move away from you but you pull her back down. Her back hits the mattress, causing the bed to bounce slightly, her arms falling back down to her sides. 

You crawl on top of her, holding yourself up on your forearms as you hover over her. The shots have made you bold it seems. You lean in, and for a second Robin thinks you might kiss her, just to make her a liar. 

Robins’s eyes close, but all she feels is your breath against her lips. 

“I don’t believe it�� You whisper.

She cocks one eye open and then the other when she sees you’re not leaning in further, just waiting for some kind of explanation. One she doesn’t particularly feel like supplying you with. “Why? Because I’m 20 and it’s just too pathetic?”

You shake your head, shushing her with a finger to her lips. Your arm feels like it’s been zapped. Just the side of your finger touching her lips makes your body shiver, you can’t imagine how it would feel to touch her more intimately. You don’t think your body could physically cope.

“You’re just so beautiful Robbie, I mean look at you,” Your finger lifts from her lips, replaced by your thumb. Her breathing hitches and you decide to take it as a good sign rather than a bad one. 

“Your lips are made for kissing, they’re so pink,” Your thumb moves to push down against her bottom lip, “ and so soft”  Your thumb traces her top lip now, dragging back and forth, “and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cupid’s bow so perfect” 

Robins’s face is scarlet now, you can see it even in the glow of an orange-hued lamp. 

She gulps, her hand coming up to fist at your flimsy pyjama top. She can feel the frantic beating of your heart through the shirt. It’s what encourages her next decision.. “If my lips are so perfect, why aren’t you kissing them?”

You don’t hesitate as you press your lips to hers. 

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this actually brought me to tears.

Just a little more, Girlfriend!Robin fluffery.

Robin taking things slow with you. Because even though she's very interested, she needs you to know she is interested in all of you.

She wants to show you she values your words, your thoughts, your time. She wants your heart and all its aspects, so Robin takes the time to show you this.

She's planning little dates and her heart is about to beat out of her chest just thinking about them.

Robin is striving to see you smile, and if it's a bad day she wants to drink in your sadness and be the cup to hold your anger.

She's biting her tongue to allow you to speak to her about the thing you seem to hate about yourself. Collecting all your negative thoughts and memorizing them. Just so she can analyze them, tear them apart and love those things you find negative until you find a way to accept them and be kinder to yourself about them - if not love them.

Robin starts aiming for that relationship with baby steps, asking to hold your hand. The unexpected caress of your cheek while she's talking to you. Silly little compliments that make your heart thump, "those earrings really bring out your smile." She tells you your laughter is her favorite song.

She's latching her pinky with yours when you walk. If you're feeling down, that arm of hers is going over your shoulders to keep you warm from the cold feelings inside of you.

Robin will sit with you and do your secret stress relieving thing with you. No questions asked and have a blast doing it because it's with and for you.

She wants your secrets, she's become a vault for them.

If everyone seems to be on your case, she'll be the one in your corner.

She'll hold you with the care of a raw egg and cuddle in like there's a snow storm around you. She'll kiss you like she'll never kiss again and gaze into your eyes as if gazing out upon the sea's horizon. Robin will burn the feel of your skin, the echo of your biggest sneeze, the glow of your smile, a pain of your tears and the bite of your anger into her memory.

Because she's waited all her life for a love like you. She's been dreaming of a face that ended up being yours.

Robin plans to treat you like the walking dream you are, and she's going to take her precious time doing it. Why?

Because these days with you are the ones she wants to savor for eternity. And she'll be damned if she speeds through her very first love story.

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Happy Pride Month Bitches ! 🥱🌈🌈🫡🫡

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okay so i just have to get this out, Rory Culkin is SO Lana coded, fight me if i’m wrong. 🥱

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Scream, 1996

There needs to be more Randy Meeks stories honestly, like come on I need my obsession to be fed. Also he is like SERIOUSLY UNDER APPRECIATED, like I feel like we all moved past his attractiveness WAY TOO QUICKLY. So to all the amazing writers out there, PLEASE WRITE RANDY MEEKS STORIES OR HEAD CANONS OR SOMETHING, I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES. Please and Thank you,

Sincerely, This very obsessed girl. :)

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THIS IS A MASTERPIECE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

my head is whirling thinking about kissing robin

she’s a clumsy kisser, at first. her nose bumps into yours more often than not and her hands are squishing your face rather than cupping it and sometimes, when she’s trying to press you against the door or her bed or the counter, she slips and you get a flash of teeth on your bottom lip that is like a shock of electricity through your bones, startling and graceless. but it’s nice, because she kisses you like she’s hungry for it, passion burning behind her tongue, lashes fluttering on your cheekbones. you feel wanted. she makes you feel important and desired, the way she whines and nibbles and fumbles cluelessly with the buttons on your shirt so she can trail those fire kisses down onto your chest, suck them into your collarbone ; your neck.

she gets better at it, though, through practice. less messy, but always filled with love. she learns she likes kissing slow, too, limbs tangled together underneath the duvet when the sun is peaking in through the blinds and the birds are only just waking up, singing sweet in the way that makes this all feel like a fairytale or a dream, a figment of her imagination . except it’s not— because she can feel your heartbeat against her chest, the reassuring ba-dum, ba-dum, that sets the pace for the lazy, rhythmless kiss she’s giving you, left hand underneath your head and curled into your hair, angling your mouth just right, right hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it’s still bleary with sleep but it is gentle, comforting, the kind of kiss you wish for on stars.

she adores those in passing kisses too. the ones she presses to your cheek when she’s in a rush to get to work, because she slept through her alarm and steve’s honking at her in the drive-way, probably pissed that he’s going to have to forgoe his morning coffee to get the both of them there on time. how, it’s never quite enough— because she’s a girl with a heart made for loving, so she’ll turn on her heel to give you a couple more, a peck on the brow, your nose, your lips (in that order) just for good measure. how she’ll blow you a kiss goodbye and how she ends up daydreaming about how you caught it and held it close to your chest, chuckling as steve emerged to drag her away from the collar because she was really considering going back just for one more, because you’re so cute it makes her impervious to good judgement.

robin decides, the best kind of kisses are the ones you smile into , though. the quick, feather light ones that she dishes to you one after the other, rapid fire, as you giggle at her and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she spins you around and tells you that she loves you, over and over again, because she does. she likes the way your eyes crinkle shut and your nose scrunches and you gasp in excitement and surprise— it tugs so much at her heartstrings she thinks you could pull her heart right out of her chest if you wanted, because it is yours for the taking.