#could be maxine just sayin

[wigglys-dikrats]

can we have jaime lyn beatty as the nerd killing ghost in npmd??

[weird-an]

"Shitbird." Billy's jaw is clenched so tight it must hurt. "What did you do to me?"

Max has to hold back a smile, pretending that triumph isn't blooming inside of her.

"No idea what you're talking about," she says, pausing a minute, pretending she's thinking about it. "Is something different?"

"You gave me bangs," Billy grits out, gripping the door knob so tight his knuckles turn white.

"Didn't you already kinda have bangs?" She asks, shrugging. Max took care of all the evidence - blond curls hidden in the trash. "You were pretty drunk, probably did it yourself."

"I did not. Maxine, I got a date tonight. I'm gonna kill you!" Billy blows a curl out of his face, murder in his eyes - the bangs make it look kinda adorable. "I look like someone's mom."

"Steve likes bangs," Max says innocently.

Billy gapes at her, face turning pale for a second before glowing brightly red. "What has Harrington to do with that?"

"Just sayin'," Max tells him. She isn't an idiot like him, after all. She sees him staring after Steve everywhere they meet.

Billy squints his eyes at her. He'd never shave his hair off - because Neil would be way too happy about a buzzcut. "You'd look great with blue hair."

"Don't you dare," Max grumbles. "I'm a light sleeper, you can't touch my hair."

"I'm a ninja," Billy flips her off. He is sneaky, they both are, avoiding Neil is a full time job.

"You know, if you are the mom, Steve could be the dad," she teases - and decides it's better to leave the scene of the crime, because Billy is so flushed like he's about to explode.

"Maxine!" he yells after her, "When I catch you!"

"You gonna thank me! Let him buy you dinner" She yells, deciding it's time for a sleepover at El's. Maybe she can spy on them a little again. Just to see what Steve thinks of Billy's new hairstyle.

[maximinx]

@allegxry // continued from ❌

If Maxine was transparent to him as she assumed, he already knew deep down she loved when he took it upon himself to be her divine intervention. As her fame progressed Minx feared she was becoming just as twisted as he was from the way her body reacted to all the fucked up threats/warnings he spat at people to keep them in line around her. Even though it wasn’t her big break, her first film left a stain on her career that constantly had total strangers that seen it under the impression that it was an invitation to be crude. Those people deserved every bit of bone chilling intimidation Silas spooked them away with. But this was her party, so everyone had a place because it was ultimately a networking event.

The question to how far she was willing to go was what struck the match, and maybe it should’ve stayed at that but it just being a segue to this man’s demented fantasy role for Maxine fanned the flames. He was just another Wayne to her, but Silas had to have seen something she didn’t. Or maybe it was an excuse to be the demon he was after a long night of pretending. When he grips her face it snatches her from her train of thought, nearly turning red at how godlike he looks looming over her. Swallowing back the anxiety that came when they locked eyes, her gaze darts away. Silas was good at leaving her overwhelmed with emotion, getting lost in his stare was like physically feeling his claws digging into her soul; cold, piercing, and eternal.

“I ain’t sayin’ I don’t like it. Jus’ thinkin’ people ain’t gonna wanna approach when yer around if you keep bein’ a bully.” Minx admits almost too quiet for him to hear; she knew with their recent exchange she needed him around. A quick glance in each direction, the room was bare compared to the beginning of the night. The newborn celebrity finally gives in, whiskey colored gaze peeking up through her lashes again. When she catches glimpse of his smirk, he gets a half grin to curve into her lips.

“You’re the only one left here to care about approachin’ anyhow.” Maxine chuckles with a hiccup, as the nose candy started to wear off, she could feel the drunkenness from the drinks she polished off as props to hide the fact that she was high. Her fingers slide up his thighs, stopping to tug him forward by his beltloops. “Wanna leave em’ to it? We gotta limo out front ready to take us wherever.”

[go-redgirl]

Congressman Elijah Cummings Designated a Racist by Presidential Proclamation Twitter ^ | July 28, 2019 | Donald J. Trump

If racist Elijah Cummings would focus more of his energy on helping the good people of his district, and Baltimore itself, perhaps progress could be made in fixing the mess that he has helped to create over many years of incompetent leadership. His radical “oversight” is a joke!

(Excerpt) Read more at twitter.com 

KEYWORDS: baltimore; cummings; elijah cummings; maryland; mayarockey moore; racist

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INDIVIDUALS/COMMENTS/POSTS:

I guess that makes it official.

Move over Nancy.

1 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:11:42 PM by BeauBo -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: BeauBo

lolol. Trump is only saying what the media won’t call to ask me or allow me to say on the air. Go Trump!

2 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:12:29 PM by MeneMeneTekelUpharsin (Freedom is the freedom to discipline yourself so others don't have to do it for you.) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To: BeauBo

If there was a political referee, he'd be calling for the bell to be rung. Tap out Cummings, take the L. 

5 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:16:50 PM by Extremely Extreme Extremist (Isn't it funny that the very people who scream "My body, my choice" wants a say in your healthcare?) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: SMGFan Trump plays the race card.

6 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:17:12 PM by Captain Compassion (I'm just sayin') ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: BeauBo

Just because Eliza Commons runs his mouth and does nothing doesn’t mean he’s a bad person.

It means he’s an awful person.

7 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:18:40 PM by blueunicorn6 ("A crack shot and a good dancer") ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To: BeauBo

About time speaks up! Well done!

8 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:19:08 PM by Chgogal (Trump: Make America Great Again. Democrat: Make America Mexico Again.) -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

To: Captain Compassion Jack Posobiec@JackPosobiec

Last 3 Baltimore mayors

- Sheila Dixon: Convicted of stealing gift cards from the poor - Stephanie Rawlings-Blake: Stepped down after promoting the Baltimore Riots - Catherine Pugh: Raided by FBI for taking bribes

All Democrats

11 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:20:51 PM by newfreep ("INSIDE EVERY PROGRESSIVE IS A TOTALITARIAN SCREAMING TO GET OUT" - DAVID HOROWITZ)

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To: RummyChick

“at least we got a fighter in a POTUS”

Exactly, right. They’re calling him a racist anyway so there’s really no loss here. It’s nice to have a POTUS on our side who punch back instead of laying down and get kicked around like a BuISH by the democraps and the media.

12 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:20:59 PM by Samurai_Jack (War is cruelty, there is no use trying to reform it; the crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.)

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To: RummyChick

"It’s fascinating to watch..." Trump is very calculated in what he does. He is systamatically removing the shyness of conservatives/Republicans from fighting back against an ever more raging looney left.

16 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:25:53 PM by devane617 (Text me when someone on the Left is perp walked. Now, back to watching Lassie...)

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To: BeauBo

Cummings plays the race card all the time. People who do that are racist. Trump is rightr. Either people stand up to the race pimps and stop taking their abuse or get read for more.

20 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:35:33 PM by Anti-Bubba182

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To: BeauBo

Trump was elected because he had the fortitude to call out political correctness as tyranny. The Democrats are a pack of hypocrites and Trump calls out their double speak. Bet in a few days some sort of corruption pertaining to Mr. Cummings surfaces. Trump is the bravest man I’ve ever witnessed. No fear. Because he has nothing to hide.

21 posted on 07/28/2019 3:36:30 PM PDT by TrueFact (Don't hang out with narcissists or dems...but I repeat myself.)

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To: TrueFact

Only Trump could have done this.

He is the Man for our times.

22 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:37:39 PM by dfwgator (Endut! Hoch Hech!)

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To: BeauBo

Honestly, before Trump announced he was running in 2016, I thought, “Another mindless, boring set of debates and campaign the GOP will easily lose and hand over to the Damnable Dems and the Lying Left.”When Trump announced, my first thought was, “Well, at least the debates won’t be boring.” I never thought (at first) Trump would win it all.

But this 2020 campaign that has started is turning out to be more enjoyable than 2016. Trump is mowing the Lying Left down like a lawnmower. It is so refreshing - something we’ve needed for SO long. 

2020 is won already, but the way Trump will win will be more than worth the price of admission.Lord, please. 2024. Who is it Lord? Please. We must finish the job of dismantling the unconstitutional 80%+ of the feds. Please who is like Trump who will do it? Bring him forth in Jesus name. Amen!

23 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:40:36 PM by Jim 0216 (MAGA by restoring the Gospel of the Grace of Christ and our Free Constitutional Republic!)

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To: BeauBo

Elijah is a BAD joke as the CHAIR....just like Shifty is a bad JOke….Nadler is a bad joke....and Maxine Waters is a HORRIBLE joke!

24 posted on 7/28/2019, 6:41:18 PM by Ann Archy (Abortion....... The HUMAN Sacrifice to the god of Convenience.)

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[worldslyrics]

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{Intro} It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall Might drip on this bitch like Met Gala, ballin’ Answer her texts, don’t answer her calls

{Chorus} Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

{Verse 1} Shoot your shit up, I got accurate aim Poured up a few mil’, now I’m back like I came That boy say my name, I went and got me some strain You know I don’t crash, I just stay in my lane Please don’t compare, because we not the same GunWun ain’t no gimmick, ain’t clownin’ for fame I trapped for a living and been had a name Work hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chains Oh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rain These folks done fucked up, let me slip in the game This bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brain She know I’m a beast, it ain’t easy to tame She squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frame Dozed off, woke back up, she still sayin’ my name In love with my life, and you wish we could trade

{Chorus} Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

{Verse 2} Walk in with the drip like Met Gala Ball Came in and she strip, her panties and all Lip gloss on her lip, suck me like a ho A boss and a pimp, I bought me a ship I walk with a limp, FN in my drawers When she talk that shit, I put dick in her jaws I hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw Hit and don’t miss, ain’t no win, lose, or draw Came from Flat Shoals and Old Nat On the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your car Why hell you think that I’m maxin’? Relaxin’ in mansions, no cappin’, ’cause we had it hard I ain’t get this shit just from askin’, I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big part I ain’t get this bitch off of mackin’, it came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord

{Chorus} Yeah, she sent me a text, I don’t answer her call She love when I flex and shop in the mall Relieving her stress, I beat down her walls Skeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin’ my balls We speed in that ‘Vette, don’t stop for the laws VVs on my neck, I shine in the dark It’s easy to slip, don’t want you to fall Walk in with the drip at Met Gala Ball

MET GALA Lyrics-Gunna Lyrics

Artist: Gunna Released: 2020

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[cultivating-ass]

islandofmisfitsrp; Charlie Delaney

Charlotte “Charlie” Maxine Delaney || Seventeen || Mississippi || Sky Ferreira

She’s a runner, rebel and a stunner

Nothing was ever normal for Charlotte. Her parents had both been flower children who were unable to have children for the longest time. Charlotte was their miracle baby. Growing up in a traveling caravan convoy, the Delaney family would move from place to place, doing odd jobs around the US to pay the price of living freely on the open road. Occasionally falling into trouble with local authorities of whatever town they were in, the trio never stayed in one place for too long. It was far from normal but it was comfortable for Charlotte- It was all she knew. Her days were spent doing whatever she was told to do for the wellbeing of her family and her nights were spent studying and reading anything she could get her hands on. Bright eyed and curious, trouble was never far.

Oh her merry way sayin’ baby whatcha gonna

One night, somewhere in the desert between Nevada and California, Charlotte’s mother pulled over to pick up a hitchhiker. It was a good deed the family often partook in, but this time was different. Everything about Leo was different. Only a few years older than Charlote, the boy instantly fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on skinny girl with the bleach blonde mane. He decided to skip his stop and join life on the road with the Delaney’s. Much like Charlotte, trouble seemed to follow him. What started as selling organic marijuana as they moved from town to town, quickly turned into dealing in small arms and other, harder drugs.

Lookin’ down the barrel of a hot metal forty five

Charlotte didn’t agree with what Leo was doing but he reassured her it was for them. Soon, the couple got their own caravan and parted ways with Charlotte’s parents. Before they left, Leo informed Charlotte that he had made some pretty bad decisions and that there were people after him. Without a question, the girl agreed that she still wanted to be with him. They were in love. She learned how to shoot a gun and protect herself and the duo came to make their living on petty crimes. It soon became a game; avoiding authorities, living large, but their luck didn’t last forever. Whatever trouble Leo had gotten himself into caught up with them.

Just another way to survive

Coming home one day, after picking up some dinner, Charlotte found Leo’s dead body sprawled out on the couch in their caravan, his blood covering every inch of the walls. From that moment on, the girl couldn’t talk, couldn’t cry, and couldn’t scream. He was unrecognizable… After what felt like hours, just standing there, Charlotte picked up the lifeless body and carried him to the ocean. She had no idea what to do. The beach was a few miles away and she was covered in his blood and by the time she arrived at an uninhabited part of beach that Leo would often take her to. Walking into the water with the remains of her dead lover still in her arms, Charlotte began to wash his body; cleaning of all the blood. Once she was done, she pulled him to shore lying down next to him for the final time before she awoke on the beach of the island without a voice and without her beloved Leo.