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vanteguccir · 9 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗢'𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗢

　　　　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N participates in the new Sturniolo Triplets tiktok, but doesn't actually appear in it.

WARNING: None.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N closed the door to her shared room with Chris, heading up the stairs as she hummed a Taylor Swift song under her breath, her eyes focused on the screen of the phone in her hands, where Twitter was open and she was reading the new Grammy's gossip.

The first thing the girl noticed when she arrived in the kitchen was the triplets all together, their backs to her and looking at the counter while laughing.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked, putting down her phone while locking the screen, putting it in her pocket, and focusing her attention on the three brothers.

Chris turned around quickly, having been startled by the sudden appearance of his girlfriend, placing his right hand on his own chest while calming his breathing.

"Hi Y/N!" Matt smiled, waving his left hand in a quick wave.

"Hi Matty." She replied with a soft smile, moving closer to the three and looking at the counter, her eyebrows furrowing when she saw several of the triplets' things scattered around the space. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked again, leaning her right shoulder against Chris's chest as she felt his left arm surround her, bringing her close.

"It's for a tiktok, it's a little game where the fans will have to guess what belongs to who." Nick explained, holding his phone with both hands in the air, the rear camera facing the table, ready to take a picture of the first items.

"But there are things of mine in there." Y/N commented, seeing some of her beauty items among the others.

"Yes, that's because Chris carries your stuff everywhere." Matt said with a shrug. "That part of the products are things that we carry in our backpack or in our pants pocket."

A sound of understanding left the girl's mouth as she snuggled closer against Chris, watching Nick take pictures of all the items separately.

It was true that Chris took a lot of her things with him, even if Y/N already stated that he didn't need to do it, it was the boy's habit since it had previously occurred to her that she needed something and felt frustrated for not having it with her at the moment. With that, Chris made it his little mission to always buy two of the girl's essential items and carry one of each with him too, either in his backpack or, depending on the size, in the pocket of his sweatpants or jeans.

Furthermore, Y/N's have also an habit to stick stickers on everything she owned (toiletry and make-up bag, purse, phone or tablet case, etc.), and after her relationship with Chris became something more serious and intimate over a year ago, the girl started sticking stickers on his things too.

It was something that amused her and that the boy loved, he said that when they weren't together, he just needed to look at his wallet or his laptop and he would see a little piece of her with him.

Y/N smiled warmly when she saw each of these things in each picture that was taken:

The first one with the laptops, in the middle of all the colorful stickers there was a teddy bear with a pink bow around its neck;

In the second, the wallets one, Chris's was decorated by the Prada brand and by an small sticker of a striped heart on the upper left;

In the third one, with the jewelry was a hair tie in the color of Y/N's hair;

In the fourth, the backpacks one, Chris's also had a pearlescent keychain hanging with a baby pink tube of hand sanitizer;

In the sixth one with the headphones, Chris's only had one little letter in pink, the initial of Y/N's name;

In the seventh, the care products one, in the middle of Chris's products was a lip gloss from Rhode and a small tube of hand cream from Sol de Janeiro.

Of course, if the girl were to look for her everyday bag right now, she would have a million of Chris's things too, since he was a guy who liked self-care. It was something personal for them, a way of taking care of each other and always carrying a little piece of their lover.

Chris lowered his head slightly, sniffing the scent of fresh shampoo from Y/N's hair before sealing his lips over the top of her head for a few seconds, hiding his smile as he noticed all the little parts of his girl among his things.

The boy shook his head slightly, the comments on that tiktok would go crazy, and he was all for it.

"Now, who's hungry?" The girl asked after Nick took the last picture, smiling when she heard the oldest shout that he was and Matt smiled, nodding his head while saying that he was too.

"Can you make mac and cheese in that way that I really like? Pretty please?" Chris asked, turning her so she was facing him and smiling big.

She nodded while laughing lowly, rising on her tiptoes and kissing Chris's lips quickly before walking over to the fridge, grabbing all the items to make the dinner requested.

A smile spread across her face when she turned around again and saw the triplets glued to each other, smiling as they looked at Nick's phone screen, probably reviewing the pictures he took.

She shook her head in amusement, placing the items in the sink before fishing her phone out of her pocket and taking a quick picture of the three, making a mental note to send it to Nick later, already knowing that it would probably be in the next photo dump.

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extra - comments:

"the fact that the tiktok was about guessing what belongs to who but it was obvious what was Chris's because of the little Y/N things he has in the middle of his own 😭"

"THIS IS SO CUTE OMG"

"the hair tie 😫"

"you know Y/N has good taste when she uses SOL DE JANEIRO hand cream"

"Y/N the biggest clean girl on this site"

"the teddy bear sticker 🥺"

"I'm sure there must be a picture of Y/N inside Chris's wallet"

~ "petition for Chris to make that trend "picture in my wallet" ✏️📄"

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freakymcnastys · 3 months ago

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“cruel to be kind” - katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

━━ . ˚₊ ꒱ "means that i love you baby. "

content: quirkless au, american au, ochaco rich girl au, its 1999 so flip-phones yall…, um idk if ppl are ooc here i’m sorry😭

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU! I SEE MAKING our visits a weekly ritual." Ms. Midnight says taking a seat at her desk. "Only so we can have these moments together--should I hit the lights?" Katsuki said with a sarcastic smile on his face. "Oh, very clever, blasty boy." She replied, eyebrows raised looking down at her papers. "Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria?" Katsuki just sighs. "I was joking with Lunchrush, it was a bratwurst-" This made Midnight pull her glasses down and look through her brows at the boy. "Aren't we the optimist?" She remarked as Katsuki gave a disgusted look at the counselor.

"Well next time, keep it in your pouch, okay?" Midnight smiled before flicking her hand. "Scoot!" And with that, Katsuki left. "Weird ass lady-"

As Iida and Kirishima made their way through the courtyard the blue-haired boy stopped in his tracks when he saw the brunette wearing a dress. "Oh my god.."

"What group is she in?" He asked, adjusting his glasses. "The 'don't even think about it' group." Kirishima rolled his eyes at the new student. "That's Ochaco Stratford. She's a sophomore." He shrugged. Iida sighed, not taking his eyes off the girl while walking. Kirishima just laughed lightly. "Mhm, ya know she's beautiful and deep. I'm sure.."

"Yeah but there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack." The girl related to her friend, walking next to her. "But I love my Skechers?" Momo asked, a confused look on her face. "That's because you don't have a Prada backpack!" Ochaco smiled as Momo let out an 'ohhh' look.

"Anyways forget that their incredibly uptight father and it's a well-known fact that the Stratford sisters aren't allowed to date." Kirishima explained, the two now stopped and looked in the direction of the girls, walking off as the bell rang.

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Taking a seat near the front, you settle down in 5th period, English. "So what did we think about 'The Sun Also Rises'?" Mr Aizawa asked the class from the podium. Hagakure raised her hand. "It was so romantic~" This ticked you off as you whipped your head around to the girl. "Romantic? Hemingway?" You let out a sigh before turning back to the front of the class. "He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life trying to nail Picasso's leftovers." You finished as Aizawa sighed in irritation but before he could continue his lesson a blonde boy spoke up.

"As opposed to a bitter self-righteous hag?" He laughed along with some others in the class, even daping one up. "Shut it blondie." Aizawa sassed the boy whose smile fell from his face. "Maybe in this society being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time." You turned back to Monoma with a tight smirk. This made the class erupt in 'oohs'.

As you were speaking about other amazing female writers, a boy with blonde spikey hair and a bag on his shoulder walked into the classroom. "What'd I miss?" He asked, panting. Taking a quick look at the boy before looking back with a heavy sigh. "The oppressive patriarchal values in our education."

"Good." Katsuki nodded before leaving the classroom as Mr Aizawa called after him. Monoma spoke up once again with the same shit-eating smirk on his face as before. "Mr. Aizawa, is there any chance we could get y/n to take her midol before class?" This makes the class chuckle as you throw a glare towards the boy.

"One day you're gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it." The teacher shook his head and continued his lesson, shutting up the boy.

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"You heard about the whole nirvana thing?" Mina asked you with a slight frown. "Oh yeah, poor Frances.." You grimace. "Ugh, I wish I got to see them--" Before Mina could continue the thought, Monoma pulled up in his bright red sports car.

"Hey, your little mad max look is out, y/n." He smirked, hand still on the wheel. "Didn't ya read last months Cosmo?" Cosmo? Is this guy serious? No way he's into women..."Run along." You flick your hand in a 'keep moving 'motion before walking off with Mina.

While getting into your car and turning it on you see your sister Ochaco and Momo riding in the back of Monomas car. "Well, that's a charming view." Mina scoffs from the passenger seat. "Ugh, that's disgusting." You groan before pulling out of the space. That's until a boy with red hair on a bike almost runs into you. Clearly annoyed from the entire school day, you yell at him, saying something along the lines of getting his head out of his ass before driving away to leave Mina at her house.

"You okay?" Iida asked, shocked at your antics. "Yeah, just a minor encounter with the witch. That's your girlfriend's sister." Kirishima gestured to the car that was driving away. "That's Ochaco sister?" Iida stuttered in disbelief. "Stay cool bro." The boy on the bike waved goodbye to his new friend.

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Sitting comfortably by the window, you read the words of 'The Secret History' as your dad came up to you with the mail in his hands. "Hello y/n. Make anyone cry today?" He asked, not looking up from the mail. "Sadly no, but it's only 4:30." You half-joked, looking up at your dad with a smile as he returned it. "Hi, Daddy!" Ochaco practically skipped to your dad, leaving a quick peck on his cheek. "Hello, precious."

Closing your book to look at your sister. "And where have you been?" You asked knowingly. You knew that you sounded like a complete bitch but you just didn't like the thought of her hanging out with that prick Monoma. "Nowhere." She practically sneered at you. Your dad pulled out an envelope from the bottom with a confused look on his face. "What's this? It says, Sarah Lawrence?"

This made your face light up, snatching up from him before throwing yourself onto the couch and opening it. Holy shit, it says you got accepted! "I got in!" You yelled, giddy from the news. "That's great sweetheart but isn't Sarah Lawrence on the other side of the country?" Tsunagu sputted, walking over to the couch, Ochaco following suit. You kept reading the lines of the paper with a smile. "I thought you were gonna stay here for college--be a hero like me!" He then made the university mascot pose which was a regular hero pose. "No, you decided! I think I'm gonna go--" Before your dad could say anything Ochaco chimed in with a smile.

"Let's hope so!" You sometimes can't believe how she's even related to you. Getting up to go upstairs, hearing your sister and dad argue about dating until you heard your name being said. "Ugh, y/n why can't you just be normal! Where did you come from planet loser?" The brunette huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "As opposed to the planet 'look at me! look at me!'" You mocked her, standing at the staircase, now pulled back into the conversation.

"Okay old rule out, new rule" Tsunagu began. "Ochaco can date...when y/n does...oh yes I like this.." He proposed a sly smile on his face. Ochaco protests, making meaner remarks than before, you decide that it is high time for you to finally go upstairs.

Closing the door to your room you let out a long sigh. Running a hand through your hair, you throw your school bag on the bed to work on some homework, hopefully, it would take your mind off of the dumpster fire that today was.

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Iida and Kirishima are now in Biology and cooking up a plan to get y/n to date someone so Iida can take Ochaco out. That was the easy part. Finding someone willing to date 'the heinous bitch' was the difficult part.

"What if we can't find anyone.." Iida groaned lightly to his friend. "Wait hey what about him-" The boy pointed at a blonde guy who was playing with the bunsin burner before his friend with black hair stopped him. "Hey no don't--don't look at him.." Kirishima told Iida. "Not him, I heard he sold his kidney for a set of speakers." He whispered. Iida didn't immediately respond, looking at the guy before saying with a smile. "That's our guy."

Kirishima didn't completely agree but shrugged. "Well, we need a backer because I don't have any money bro." They looked around but the bell rang for lunch so they continued their conversation in the halls to the cafeteria.

"Oh wait how about Monoma--I mean he'll do it super senior and stupid?" He joked as they saw said senior sitting with his friends. Iida nodded along, taking a seat at the table and waiting for Kirishima to finish talking to Monoma. To be frank, Iida was nervous, he wasn't too sure if this plan would work and he wasn't sure what he'd do if it didn't. Seeing Kirishima come back with something drawn on his face.

"He'll do it."

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Finally last period arrived and it was gym, more specifically soccer. I mean you did choose it but there weren't many good options to be fair. Finishing up the game, Coach Nezu told you that you were being 'too rough' which you scoffed at before heading back to grab your gym bag when a boy with spiked blonde hair came up to you.

"Hey there girlie." He smirked down at you. You rolled your eyes, not stopping for this wannabe. "How are ya?" He pressed further. "Sweating like a pig actually! and yourself?" You smiled, sarcastically at him as he gave you a faultered look. He cleared his throat before picking up his smile again. Those 50 bucks aren’t looking like the right price anymore.

“Lemme me take you out.” You scoffed at his offer. The guys at this school keep getting more and more annoying. “Psh mhm—do you even know my name screw boy?” You rolled your eyes, now stopping to face him. “That’s what the dates for idiot-“

“Yeah real nice—“ And with that you leave the field, leaving the boy in his tracks. “Shit…”

Iida and Kirishima watched the entire scene unfold, their hopefulness slowly disappearing. “We’re screwed..” Iida sighed into his hands. Kirishima whipped his head to his friend. “Nope I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude dude!”

“We’re screwed!” Iida said with more enthusiasm (and sarcasm.) “Yup that’s it..” The red haired boy replied in a whisper.

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(PART ONENEN i swear part two is better! this is gonna be a three parter because it’s based off the movie and well there are to many fire scenes I have to include 😈😈 HOPE YALL LIKED IT!!)

- love always, kat

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha #10 things i hate about you

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wutheringcaterpillar · 5 months ago

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Protective Mama!Bear Kitten Drabble

Summary: Kitten comes home to find your daughter crying hysterically from being bullied at school, and well that just simply won’t do. No one dares hurts her children.

Warnings: Homophobia, bullying, Name calling, Kitten being a force to be reckoned with.

Your daughter Pashima lay in your arms, clinging to every fiber of clothing as she wept and wept into your warm touch. A few girls and boys at school had been bullying her for weeks for having quote on quote “freaks as parents”, adding your daughter into the mix and calling her a lesbian, a queer, knocking her books down but today it went too far.

She had come home from school early, clothes torn to shreds and her backpack missing with tears streaming down her cheeks. Immediately you were concerned as any mother would be.

The door to your two bedroom apartment opened and in walked Kitten, concern washing over her face as she ran over to the sofa in her platforms she couldn’t be seen without. “Is it those girls at school again?” Pashima glanced up from your lap, lips quivering and cheeks red from her tremendous distraught, Kitten could even notice her body shaking slightly. When your daughter hadn’t responded out of fear, Kitten crouched down to her level, waving wild strands of hair behind her ears, petting her temple soothingly as her blood boiled with anger. You knew that look, Kitten rarely got mad, she was always a gentle soothing soul.

"Honey why don't we get you out of these clothes and draw you a nice warm bath, your mum bought more of those rose petal bath salts you like...Maybe we'll even take a little shopping trip after how does that sound, hm?" Your daughter's sniffles seemed to slighten slowly as Kitten continued to pet her little delicate head. She was always so caring, so tender, and such a wonderful mother. It was the way her baby blue eyes softened into a receptive, considerate gaze. The way she was always profoundly attentive and made time for her daughter, always willing to turn a frown upside down is the reason you fell in love with her.

Helping Pashima up, you swiftly guided her to her room, mentioning that you'd be in the living room until she was ready to go. When you turned around her facial expression went back to an enraged anger, until an idea popped in her head causing her lips to curl into a sly smirk.

"I know that look Kitten, what's going on in that mischievous head of yours?" Her hands settled on your hips, fingers rubbing soothing circles over the fabric of your jeans.

"Oh nothing, just going to pay the school a little visit. Clearly they are behind on the times." Kitten was well aware of how schools handled bullying, meaning not doing a damn thing to prevent or stop it. If she felt that she had to step in as a protective parent, who was going to stop her? You giggled softly at her scheming ways before resting your head on her chest dotingly.

"Don't get yourself arrested now love." She tilted your chin up, eyes enveloped in your whistful gaze when she pressed her alluring glossed lips against yours in a passionate, profound kiss. Making a popping sound when she released from your lucious lips.

"They wouldn't know what to do with a girl like me in jail. I'd be thrown for disruption of the peace before they even lay their dirty hands on me. I'll be back love." Picking up her pink prada purse, she marched out the door in her platform heels. Hugging your torso, you smiled softly before going back to tend to your daughter.

As Kitten walked down the halls teenagers made sly, crude jokes. One of the male seniors even making a pass at Kitten thrown in with an insult at the end to which she simply responded.

"Oh sweetheart. That tiny, pathetic excuse of a cock couldn't handle me. Now why don't you run home to mommy and tell her that a trans fairy hurt your feelings, hm?" The guy's laughing face turned into a gaze of immense dumbfounded embarrassment while the other kids laughed at him.

Kitten pushed open the door to the office, slamming her purse down on the counter while the clerk was on the phone, giving her a look before returning to her phone call, ignoring the pressed mother standing there. Kitten twiddled her fingers underneath her chin before with her manicured nails she pressed down on the dis-connector, cutting the phone call short.

"Can I help you?"

"Glad I gained your attention from what I'm sure was a useless conversation. I'm Pashima's mother-" She looked down at her nametag disgustingly. "Linda."

The woman's face seemed to turn as pale as a ghost, a lump forming her throat. She was well aware of Pashima's bullying and the sensitive topic at hand. Checking behind her, no one else was around to help. She began to apologize repeatedly her mood changing quickly, acting like she gave a shit now. This sparked Kitten's interest as she bit her lip and nodded in response to Linda's fumbling state.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't-We are well aware of the situation with your daughter Mrs. Braden, we are doing everything we can to prevent this from happening again." Kitten found this to be funny, hysterical actually.

"Oh is that so dearie? My daughter came home with her clothes torn to shreds, in a fit of tears! So tell me Linda, what are we doing to prevent this because I will sue your asses for enabling bullying. It is 2024 for mary and joseph's sake! Faggot, fairy, etc. Are we really condoning such foul behavior from adolescence?" The principal finally showed his face, coming out from hiding in his secluded office.

The young, new clerk was clueless how to handle this situation and quite frightened of Kitten's dominant posture and the firm look of anger planted on her face and scurried off to the back leaving the situation to her superior.

"Miss, I can assure you we have already gotten the police involved there's not much more we can do." Kitten rolled her eyes, knocking over the pencil holder and scattering papers onto the floor unphased by his ill, downplayed intentions.

"Oops. My goodness so clumsy I am but there's not much I can do about it is there? If Pashima comes home in tears one more time, I will sue your pathetic arses, and will turn your life upside down if this happens again. Do not underestimate me Mr. Bimbo I will put up a fight and I will win. Who knows maybe it will be me in your chair next time, I could do a far better job running this school then your sorry arse can. Do something about this or you will regret and fathom the outcome. You'll be crying in a corner on the floor in a feeble state if you want to go to war with me. I've said my peace, you have a week. Have an awful, dreadful day sir."

Upon arriving home, Kitten was greeted with you and Pashima having lunch, awaiting her descent back home to go out as a family shopping. "Hi, my darling." Pashima greeted her mother, hugging her tightly and thanking her for intervening though she was partially worried that this could escalate things at school but from your reassurance she had nothing to worry about, she didn't.

"Thank you momma. I love you." Kitten brushed her strands of hair soothingly, hugging your daughter and holding her closely and protectively.

"Don't you fret that little head sweetie. Momma will always be here, now why don't we go shopping hm?" Pashima scurried to her room to retreive her wallet even though she was unaware Kitten wasn't going to allow her to spend a damn thing today. Pashima needed spoiled today, she needed a day to relax and just rejuvenate.

"I take it the conversation went well?" Kitten pursed her lips, approaching you with sheer fascination while intertwining her arms behind your neck, standing inbetween your legs.

"Let's just say, I think I scared them shitless and saw a piss stain in the principal's pants from how scared he was. I think I made my point very clear. She'll be okay, now let me go spoil my beautiful wife and my lovely daughter."

#Patricia braden #kitten braden #kitten x reader #Kitten x you #Patricia braden x reader #Breakfast on pluto #ranaewrites

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lapanachestyle · 2 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lafayette 148 Grey Taupe Backpack Satchel Purse Bucket Leather 11 x 10.

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feral-renaissance-cat · 8 months ago

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There's a quote from "10 Things I Hate About You" (which is an adaptation of "Taming of the Shrew" so there's probably a different version of this quote but I'm not in the mood to find it right now) that I've been thinking about a lot in terms of sexuality:

Bianca: There's a difference between "like" and "love", because I like my Sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: ...But...I love my Sketchers? Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack. :) Chastity: Oh! :D

Bianca isn't saying "You can't experience love unless you have a Prada backpack" it's "You don't have the same experiences I do so you feel love for something else." A lot of allo people think "sex=love so ace/aro people can't love anything". But yeah no, sometimes using a really good gel pen for the first time and seeing how good it is feels better than sex, and sometimes you feel the same sense of love and belonging walking into a hardware store that some people feel when they come home to a partner. You do love your Sketchers, and you don't need a Prada backpack.

I suspect that it may be a common Asexual experience but when I imagine something as "sexy", I imagine something that makes your heart beat fast, that gives you goosebumps, that captures all your focus and puts a hitch in your breath and an odd tingle on the back of your neck, that is exciting and enjoyable to think about.

By extension, things that I believe are "sexy" include:

Office supply outlets

Hardware stores

Antique sewing machines in working order

Really good gel pens

People in eyeliner

Baroque art

Textile warehouses

Administrative filing systems

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brittanysnewsletter · 8 months ago

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Here are some of my favorite quotes from 10 Things I Hate About You

Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: But I love my Skechers. Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Mr. Morgan: Pipe down, Chachi.

Mr. Morgan: I know how difficult it must be fore you to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough.

Ms. Perky: By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested. Kat: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.

Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat... Kat: Tempestuous? Ms. Perky: Heinous bitch is the term used most often.

Chastity: I know you can be overwhelmed and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? Bianca: I think you can in Europe.

Kat: Remove head from sphincter, then drive

Walter Stratford: Hello, Katerina. Make anyone cry today? Kat: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

Michael: What we need is a backer. Cameron: What's that? Michael: Someone with money who's stupid.

Michael: I have a dick on my face, don't I?

Kat: You don't always have to be who they want you to be, you know? Bianca: I happen to like being adored, thank you

Kat: Ugh, what is it, asshole day?

Walter Stratford: My insurance doesn't cover PMS

Walter Stratford: You don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want until you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it.

Patrick: What is it with this chick, she have beer flavored nipples?

Joey: Yeah, it's - it's more... Bianca: Pensive? Joey: Damn, I was going for thoughtful

Michael: Don't touch anything, you may get hepatitis.

Michael: Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver?

Patrick: So, I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right?

Chastity: Mr. Stratford, it's just a party! Walter Stratford: And hell is just a sauna

Michael: I'm just so nervous, you know? And I'm also very excited. I'm nervous and I'm excited. It's all so very mixed up

Michael: The last party I went to was at Chuck E Cheese

Bogey: That must be Nigel with the Brie.

Kat: Did your hairline just recede?

Bianca: Please do not address me in public

Walter Stratford: Kissing isn't what keeps me up to my elbows in placenta all day long

Michael: The shit hath hitteth the fan...eth

Kat: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know? Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums and bass and even maybe even one day a tambourine.

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incorrect-p1h · 2 years ago

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Keeho: See, there's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Intak, taking notes: But I love my skechers.

Keeho: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Intak, writing rapidly: Ohhh.

#p1harmony #incorrect p1h #incorrect p1harmony #incorrect kpop #incorrect p1harmony quotes #incorrect kpop quotes #p1h #hwang intak #yoon keeho

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ultimateincorrectquotes · 3 years ago

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Junko: There's a difference between like and love. Because I like my sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Hina: But I love my sketchers?

Junko: That's cuz you don't have a Prada backpack.

#danganronpa incorrect quotes #junko enoshima #aoi asahina #danganronpa #source: 10 things i hate about you

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quirklessquotes · 3 years ago

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Aoyama: There's a difference between like and love. Because I like my sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Ashido: But I love my sketchers?

Aoyama: That's cuz you don't have a Prada backpack.

#my hero academia incorrect quotes #yuga aoyama #mina ashido #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #source: 10 things i hate about you

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naturalonequotes · 3 years ago

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Sam: There's a difference between like and love. Because I like my sketchers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Antiope: But I love my sketchers?

Sam: That's cuz you don't have a Prada backpack.

#the seven incorrect quotes #dimension 20 #sam nightingale #antiope jones #the seven #source: 10 things i hate about you

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thatsamericano · 4 years ago

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Nyo North Italy: There's a difference between like and love. Because I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack.

Nyo America: But I love my Skechers?

Nyo North Italy: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Nyo America: Ohhhh.

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lapanachestyle · 2 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Lafayette 148 Grey Taupe Backpack Satchel Purse Bucket Leather 11 x 10.

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howlinchickhowl · 3 years ago

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you have my favorite url you're underrated you're cool I love you

Your favourite url? Moi?? Never in a million years could I predict that I would have someone's favourite url, that is so delightful!

See, if two of y'all think I'm underrated I think that that must mean that I am actually rated ok 😊

I don't know if you're talking about my writing or my personality being underrated lol but if it is writing I think it is important to say that I write fics primarily for myself. Yes I love for people to read them and i love it even more when they like them and even more than that when they tell me what they think!

But, and I thought about this a lot while I was writing my GW fic (gunpowder onto liquor if you haven't read it yet you should 😏) because I got myself into a bit of a place where I wasn't sure why I was writing it. It's not necessarily fun, and there's nothing really new or original in there (really selling it I know) and so I didn't really know if there would be an audience for it, so I started wondering why I was even bothering to write it. And I thought about it a lot because it was a lot of work for me. And in the end the answer was just, because I wanted to. I wrote it because I had the idea and I believed it was a good one and I felt compelled to write it and that is enough of a reason for me to do something. Whether or not people choose to read it and whether or not they end up liking it, those things are important, yeah, I'm not going to pretend that I don't care at all. But they're not the reason ultimately I choose whether to do a thing or not. And I try not to let it affect how I feel about the quality of something after I have published it. Because the reasons people choose to read something and whether or not they like it are varied and many and change with the tides and the seasons and the moon.

I certainly feel appreciated and that enough people think my writing is decent that I don't feel underrated. And there are so many incredible writers in this fandom that could write circles around me before breakfast and leave me in the dust with their talent and their skill. So like I said to the last anon, I actually feel like I'm rated pretty fairly. I am neither underrated, or overrated, I am merely, rated. Because I don't have a prada backpack. (if you get that reference let's be best friends).

I'm aware you did not ask me for an essay you just came to say nice things in my inbox and I appreciate that, and you anon! But your comment on top of the last anon's comment gave me thoughts!

If you were talking about my personality I completely agree I am way cooler than people give me credit for lmao 😆

Thanks for coming to my teacher's assistant ramble that nobody asked for when you just wanted the notes from yesterday's class. And thanks for being so nice, you want half of my clementine?

#howlin atcha #anon #👻#apparently I'm underrated gang which one of you is out there spreading the bad word about me!?#mwah

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