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omg mrs z!! "saddle up, doll" + flip could be life changing :') however, i understand if you don't want to write it bc i know that you're posting some flip oneshots later :') you're too kind to us :') have a good brunch!

Anonymous said:  Howdy! How about Buck with your cowboy, Flip? ;) Thank you for coming up with such fun ideas!!!   &  I sent in the Buck prompt with cowboy Flip lol. I just saw the prompt “Saddle up, Doll.” My mind is really running with this now lol!

(1.7k, semi-public sex, dirty talk/name calling, its seedy lol)

You’re good at it, pool. Real damn good at it, if Flip’s anything of a judge. You call out the pockets and then you hit them, impressing everyone in the smoky bars you like to visit. Flip’s impressed, impressed with the way you chalk up the pool cue, the way you walk around the table, a hand trailing along the velvety surface.

He’s hard in his jeans, watching you. He knows you do this on purpose, the bending over. Low-cut tops that show your pretty tits all pushed up in your bra, practically begging to be kissed, bitten, sucked. Tight fitting pants that hug your ass, or even better – skirts too short that he can see your panties when you bend over just enough.

You’re wearing one of those skirts now.

And you’re bending over more than enough.

He knows you know what you do to him, because you’re always looking over your shoulder at him with a pretty smile, a devious smile, a knowing smile. You know he knows you know.

He blows smoke through his nose and hazes up the bar, and fuck, he’s hard.

“Five in the corner pocket, three in the left side.” You announce, angling up something of an impossible trick.

Crack!

He can feel it in his balls how fucking sexy you are, how suggestive all this is. You make the shot, and look over at him. Not so impossible, you say with your smirk, and Flip just has to fucking have you.

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” Still looking at Flip, you announce to your opponent. They’re nobodies, some guys who had really given you and Flip a run for your money, but in the end – crack! – lost.

“Good game.” Flip shakes hands with the guys, and he prays they can’t feel how clammy he is, how pent up he is for you in that handshake.

They return the sentiment, and the second that you hang up the pool cues, he’s got an arm around you and is walking you back back back into the dark, into the employee only hallway, past some doors and around a corner.

You’re giggling, hands already prying open the fly of his jeans, already tugging out his cock. It’s some kind of office, something left unlocked. You wonder how many other people get fucked back here, but it doesn’t stop you. You’ve been aching to have your pussy filled for hours now, ever since he came in you at the house before leaving to go out for drinks with some friends who wound up bailing anyway.

“How do you want me?” You ask as he quickly works your shirt over your head, nearly tears at the clasps of your bra.

You sigh happily when your breasts can rest naturally, sigh even happier when Flip’s immediately drawn to them, nuzzles his face into your cleavage as you stroke at his cock, hot and heavy and throbbing in your hand.

“Bounce on my dick, I want to see your tits move.” He grumbles before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, hard.

Your free hand flies to his hair, holds him against you as you push him down down down to the floor. It’s seedy here, but that’s okay, you’re seedy sometimes. Loud music spills in from the main bar area, but all you can hear is the thumping base that makes your pussy tingle as you straddle his hips.

“You got it cowboy.” You grin, letting him lay flat back against the floor. He’s fully dressed, right down to those sexy cowboy boots of his he’s always strutting around in. The lights pulse red neon around you in the office, and you grind your hips against his cock, feel it through the cotton of your underwear.  

“Mmm, saddle up ketsl,” Flip tucks his arms behind his head, playfully bucks his hips up against your pussy, “You’re in for a ride.”

You gasp out a laugh from the surprise feeling, and immediately go to unbutton your little denim skirt.

“No, leave it on. And your panties.” He instructs as he licks his lips. “I want them soaked and sticky until we get home.”

You nod, bat your lashes at him as you simply tug your panties to one side and waste no time sinking down onto his dick. You’re wet, so wet and stretched, so it’s easy. You like that, you think to yourself, you like being easy for him.

“Oh fuck, Flip – your cock’s so fuckin’ big honey.” You moan as your pussy grips him, clenches around his length when he bottoms out inside you. You rub a hand over your lower stomach, imagining for a minute that you can feel him in there, pushing your insides around, rearranging your guts to fit.

“Still sore from earlier?” He asks as you begin to move on his cock, undulating your hips to the beat of the music.

“Uh huh.” You moan, head tipping backwards, pushing your tits out. You know he likes them, loves them, wants to come all over them all the time. There’s some dried come on them now, if anyone looked close enough.  

“Good.” He grunts, planting those boots of his onto the floor and bucking up hard with his hips, making you yelp a little, making you gasp, making you moan.

Fuck he loves to listen to you moan.

“You’re mean to me.” You whine, biting at your lips as he meets you thrust for thrust, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix and making your knees turn squeeze his sides.

“Tell me about it ketsl,” He wants to kiss you, so he sits up there on the floor, wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair as you press open mouthed kisses to his jawline, spit-slick and hot. “Let me hear you.”

“Oh! Ah – hh – I -- ” You try, but you can’t, because this angle lets you move faster, and you’re bouncing in earnest, your pussy squelching and throbbing around him, pulsing, blazing on his cock that’s oozing into you.

“Faster honey.” He bites at your cheek, catches your lips with his own and licks into your mouth slowly while your body shakes shakes shakes around him hard, “Moan into my mouth and go faster.”

“Fffffffflip -- yesyesyes.” You pant, gasp, whine into his mouth while you grind and roll and fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you? Bending over for anyone to see, I should have fucked you over the pool table.” He growls, that possessive flare bubbling up inside of him, fueled only by the way he always seems to get drunk off of you, your touch your taste your smell.

“Touch me?” You ask, and how could he deny you when you’re so sweet to him? Even when you’re a fucking brat, you’re so sweet.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? Your cunt’s wet about it, slut. Perfect beautiful slut, all mine. I’d’ve made you drool all over the place, fucked you dumb.” He drops a hand to your pretty clit, has a hard time getting a hold of it because your hips move move move, and you’re sweat covered tits are driving him crazy with need, so badly that his hand shakes.

“Do it – do it, fuck me dumb Phil, please!” You’re close, he knows you are.

“When we get home.” He kisses your neck, worries the tendons there between his teeth, makes your back arch against nothing, trying to wind yourself press yourself climb yourself closer to him.

“Ugh,” You groan, and he rolls his eyes, pulls back enough to pinch your nose.

“You get to come on my cock, don’t be so fuckin’ glum ketsl.” He kisses you, breathes into your lungs until you’re dizzy and gasping for fresh air. He lets go of your nose and you grin.

“I just love fucking you honey,” You pant, moving erratically now, right on the edge, “I love when you get riled up for me, so strong and big and protective. You wouldn’t fuck me in front of anyone, you love this pussy too much, it’s all yours, no one else gets to see it.”

He could make you wait, could tell you not to come, but you’re so good to him, and he loves you so fucking much.

“That’s fucking right – say it again.” He makes up his mind, wants you hoarse, wants you wrecked. “Say it until you come.”

“I’m yours, yours honey.” You’re quick to comply, so eager, as your pussy pulls off of him nearly all the way and drops back down, again and again, really feeling the length of him, the girth of him, again and again, whisper-moaning right in his ear, against his mouth, “Yoursyoursyoursyoursyours – fuck!”

Your whole body shudders, toes curling in your fancy platform heels. Flip’s hands rub at your nipples and make you whine as you moan, as you some around his cock, as you gasp gasp gasp on his dick. You weakly keep saying it, over and over, all yours.

He pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is right up against your pussy, and then he comes in your underwear. It’s hot and thick and sticky, and as he comes and empties his load, he pushes the head of his cock back into your cunt and comes some more, smearing it between your folds.

It takes you a minute to stop coming, to stop the shakes. Your body’s like jelly on top of him, but you seem to have enough strength to lick up the long trails of sweat that dripped down Flip’s neck.

“They’re soaked, just like you wanted.” You’re raspy when you whisper, feeling the slippery slope between your thighs as he finally pulls away.

“Good, that means you’ll have to sit on my lap while I finish my beers.” Flip tucks himself back into his own clean underwear, buttons up his jeans. He kisses you hot and heavy, tongue against yours, sweet sounds of making out daring him to get hard again.

“If we wait ten minutes, I’ll sit on your cock.” You dare him too, pull him up off the floor as you stand, “It’s dark, no one will be able to tell.”

“I love the way you think ketsl.” Flip reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, and you take the little book of matches from him, strike one with your fingernail and light up the smoke for him.

And you just grin, because well, you know.

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i read your tags about commenting :( i'll comment on every single thing you post ♡

Aww thank you luv! I appreciate every like and comment I get and it means so much that you sent me this.

(Also I wasn’t trying to fish for compliments or comments, I just think it’s important to acknowledge people’s work, especially during the current time period. People are consuming so much art and media and they deserved to be thanked for it)

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hi mrs. z. i want to request literally anything with charlie. i miss him. in other news, my work gave me the day off today after hearing about yesterday :') so i'm going to be able to chit chat and such!! v excited to peruse everyone's requests and talk about our days :)

Anonymous said:  happy sinday Mrs. Z!! guess what? i’m thirsty af for charlie!!! maybe some mutual masturbation?

(mentions of cheating/marital affairs, sexting, public masturbation, lingerie, mutual masturbation, dirty talk)

Rehearsals are going well, too well. They’re getting closer and closer to previews, and there’s less need for Charlie to micromanage, less opportunity for him to give notes. He’s already given his notes, already ironed out all the wrinkles of the production. He’s way way back in the theater, wondering how much longer he can drag this out.

He wants to get back to you. Nicole took Henry off to LA for some bullshit television show audition, so the house is empty. The hair on his arms raises in anticipation of getting to have sex in his own bed again. The thought of sex has him reaching for the burner phone, turning the brightness down low so that he doesn’t draw attention to himself.  

Without a second thought, he pulls up the back and forth conversation with you. You’re the only number saved in his phone, and his fingers tap the buttons on the screen that are too small for him quickly, leg already starting to bounce from excitement.

What are you wearing?

Not a minute goes by before he feels the buzz of vibrate against his palm, and he’s rolling his eyes fondly at the reply.

If I tell you, you’ll jerk off in the theater.

That’s a bad idea, a real bad fucking idea, but he’s already unbuttoning his pants. No one can see him back here anyway, no one needs him right now. The stage manager is calling the shots tonight, she doesn’t need Charlie, he’s all the way in the way back, with his pants unbuttoned, licking his lips.

I’m already jerking off.

He hates how cold the text looks on its own, wishes he could say the words out loud, wishes he could call you up right there. He could if he goes to the bathroom, but no, he’s already here, already doing this.

A picture comes through then, and Charlie has to bite his tongue to hold back a groan as his hand wraps around his hard cock. You’re wearing a garter belt and stockings, and absolutely nothing else. No bra, no panties, nothing but that scrap of lace and nylon that have his head already tipping back against his chair.

Are you touching yourself?

I’m so wet for you

Show me.

He’s got a good rhythm going, nice and slow. Nothing too fast otherwise he’ll come and he doesn’t know if he wants to come right now. Maybe he’ll save it for you, get himself nice and worked up so he can come all over your tits, your mouth. But he wants to tease himself, wants to see you, wants you just as worked up so that when he does get to come all over you, you’ll be hungry for more.

Another picture comes through, this time closer to your body, your hand between your legs. There’s slick all over your fingers, stringing in sticky strands from your cunt to your knuckles. He licks his lips and focuses on that picture, imagines it’s his fingers shoving themselves into you.

You look good baby, can’t wait to come home and fuck that pussy.

He strokes himself off faster, just a little faster. He wants to bury his nose in your pussy, wants to lick all those juices up. And he will, he will, he just has to wait a little longer. Apparently, you’re thinking the same fucking thing, because a text comes in with lightning speed:

I need you, when is rehearsal over?

Not for another hour. How many times do you think you can come until then?

How many do you want?

He smiles, twists the head of his cock a little, slows himself down. His breathing is a little too harsh and he can feel the licks of pleasurable fire crawling up his stomach. He eventually slows to a stop, tucks his raging hard dick back into his pants, shifts around so that the friction of his boxers gives him the tiniest bit of pleasure until he can get your lips around his cock.

No less than ten. I want you sloppy.

He shakes his head with a fond smile, when another picture comes through, your nipples hard, one hand squeezing one tight.

Throughout the rest of rehearsal, he opens up the message again and again, gets his heart racing for you, for your body, especially when you ended the conversation with:

Yes Mr. Director.

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omg the idea of emperor kylo dismissing his harem because his bed is no longer empty and his heart is occupied by you and only you :') lovelovelove. omg i'm so excited

Listen he’s emo!!!! He talks a big talk, he’s huge and intimidating and he’s so powerful, he’s a military genius, he’s slaughtered thousands in his quest to build up his empire, he’s got like 7 or 8 kids from the combination of his wife and the harem, everyone thinks he’s like this big badass Emperor 

But the boy just wants to hang out with youuu!! For the first few years he has you, he keeps the rest of the harem intact still, because it takes some time for him to like fully fall in love with you, you know? But my gosh the man only ever wants to spend his time with you lol. 

He’ll very politely and shyly ask you to accompany him for walks about the city, he’ll bring you gifts and invite you to dine with him, he always wants you at his side, wants you in his lap, on his arm. He decorates you in the finest jewelry and clothing that money can buy, and he likes to show you off. He’ll fuck you anywhere and everywhere in the city, he’s Emperor, he doesn’t care -- sometimes he fucks you during dinner, your face pushed down against the tablecloth while everyone watches with hungry eyes. He goes to your bed almost every night, it becomes such a thing that the palace servants are like ‘hey so we’re gonna stop re-making your bed with fresh linens every day since you aren’t using them lol’ 

He reclines by the beach and opens his mouth and you pour sweet wine from clay jugs, and he doesn’t even snap at you when the dark liquid stains his chin as it drips down -- no, instead he laughs and tackles you into the sand, pressing you into the warm lush blanket of earth and kissing you in front of everyone, for he is unashamed. You lounge on a chaise while handsome servants fan you with palm fronds as Kylo feeds you grapes from the vine, one hand caressing your chin and neck so that he might feel when you swallow, and know that he is doing his part to keeping you healthy, nourished and strong. 

It’s about three years into having you and loving you that he dismisses the harem. They’ve grown bored and lonely, they haven’t had Kylo to warm their bed in months and months, so Kylo dismisses them. They are all given lavish properties close to the castle, because he cares about them, especially those who bore his children, but they are dismissed and the house itself is remodeled into a grand swimming pool/bath house where Kylo takes you and fucks you whenever you both please. 

Those of his concubines who are outwardly bitter or jealous are executed. Kylo has a 0 tolerance policy for anyone speaking ill of you. But the majority of them are happy to still be treated well, and are paid handsomely, and are given the opportunity to take on lovers of their own now that they no longer belong to the Emperor. 

And once he does dismiss them, once he does keep you and only you all for himself, he’ll constantly pick you up and carry you around, will spin you and kiss you and laugh against your lips, because he never in a million years thought he could be so happy, or that his heart could be so full. 

Now all’s that’s left is to kill the queen :)

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sometimes i see a photo of adam radiating flip vibes but he's posing for a shoot and i was just wondering if flip has ever done a calendar with the station?

oh my dear friend it’s so funny that you mention that......because one of the drawings i have on my list of horny things is indeed....a sexy calendar shoot with the good detective ;^) 

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sometimes i forget that not everyone is jewish. today i went to the city to pick up some soil for work (not to be A Nerd but we love a good soil. this specific soil has perfect PH for growing moss AND veggies which is superb bc we have a worm farm) and someone asked about my magen david and then said shalom as i was leaving so i ofc replied back aleichem shalom and they said "what" and i said "what" and then i. LEFT. WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING. nothing too extreme but goodness!! anyways. shalom :^)

LOL they’re a little confused but they got the spirit!! I love when goyim try, I appreciate it much much more than just getting dirty looks lol! Aleichem shalom  my friend, I hope the rest of your day is filled with light :^)

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my rabbi learned how to use facetime so he could check up on everyone 😭😭

bro i -- hold up ive got -- these arent tears in my eyes -- im -- i just -- im just cutting onions 

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yesterday i got into a minor fender bender (my partner is dumb we're fine) and the first my partner said was to take off my magen david and i just. it felt like accepting defeat. it felt like i wasn't standing up to racism but i know that i would have been treated differently if the cop saw it. it just hurt so much and my partner, someone who hasn't felt a deep connection to any religion, cried after we got home because of it

i guess i'm just worried about being scared of being openly jewish. but strength is in our blood. we've been through this so much and we're still here, standing. zei gezunt, zannah.

My friend I unfortunately know exactly what you mean. I know exactly how you feel, I have felt it before. It is a very very very brave thing, to be openly and proudly different. It’s brave to be publicly yourself. And I am with you, we have strength in our blood and resilience in our lungs -- but! The Torah tells us that above all, we must do what we can to stay alive. There is no shame in protecting yourself in situations that could become life threatening, in fact, the Torah commands it of us. 

Do I wish we lived in a world that was kinder to us? Of course. Will I stop being loudly obnoxiously Jewish until such a world shows up? Nope. The only way to make a change is to say to the antisemities and nazis and white nationalists who want us dead: we’re not going anywhere, we have just as much of a right to exist as anyone else, you won’t get rid of us that easily. 

To comment on your remark about standing up to racism, I think that things like this are exactly why there is such strong solidarity between the black and Jewish communities (not to say that there aren’t racist jews because of course being one type of marginalized doesn’t mean you’re given a free pass to be prejudiced towards another but you know what I mean). Every single day we walk with a target on our backs, from police, from strangers on the street, from antisemites and nazis and white nationalists who believe we are subhuman or lesser than. We have that same generational trauma ingrained into our blood and our bones -- for jews of color that is tenfold. For white jews, we know that that white privilege is conditional because nazis don’t care what color your skin is, they don’t consider us human beings either way. 

We know what it’s like on some fundamental level to be persecuted throughout our entire history, and that’s why we’re so vocal with our solidarity, with our anger and our pain, because we can empathize. No one is free until we are all free, it is written in our laws as Jews to fight to make this world a better place for everyone. 

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, I know that you know when it is safe to be proudly publicly Jewish, and when it isn’t. There is no shame to protect yourself when things have the potential to be dangerous. There is bravery in just your being you, whether you are public about it or not. And I’m sending you love. 

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knightofdriver replied to your post: hello!! i have been sososo busy. with the heat...

chag shavuot!!

Have you been enjoying some dairy this fine evening?? :^)

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(you and) your jewish followers: talks abt how being jewish is personal and our experiences being dehumanised by basically everyone which made our people feel uneasy around everyone. that follower: so anyway i wanna play dress up and intrude on private services and i just wanted to know how i could lie to your people more easily so i could ogle at your way of existence 👁👄👁 man mrs z, the goys really are somethin else... ANYWAY hope all is well. tell the mishpacha i said hello :)

Like that’s the thing, you know? It would be one thing if the anon was like “Hi I’m thinking of converting and I’m not sure yet so I’d like to go to a few services and familiarize myself.” or “Hi my friend invited me to service and I’d like to better prepare myself.” But to say “Hi I’m Catholic and I want to sit in on a Jewish service just to see what you guys do in there.” Is such incredibly red flag territory for me. 

Goyim, particularly Christians & Catholics have literally spent their entire collective existence hating Jewish people and committing genocide against us!! We have so much inter-generational trauma and tension between them, that honestly our synagogues can feel like the only places where we can exist freely. 

And so to have goyim just randomly show up at our synagogues !! It’s like !! Dude can you please let us have our one space where we don’t have to worry about being fetishized? Or demonized? Or killed? We’re not some exotic mystical people that you can treat as a focus group and then deem “Ah Yes After One Shabbos Service Now I Know What Jews Are Like.”

It’s like that argument of, “well I didn’t understand the struggles Muslim people face so I wore a Hijab for a week.” or “I wanted to learn about homelessness so I gave up my phone for 3 days.” Like, instead of trying to sneakily transform yourself into a marginalized group so that you can feel oppressed for 2 seconds and then take off the clothes that you treat as a costume, maybe just....listen to us when we tell you what’s happening to us? 

I don’t know. I’m sure they didn’t mean any harm, but it’s such a goy thing to do to be like “it’s not enough that we’ve hunted your people to near extinction but now we want to make amends so let us into your private religious spaces so we can then claim to know what your religion is like and therefore absolve us of any guilt.”

And like yes I’m very touchy about the subject but that’s because Jewish people are touchy about being encroached on!! We have so little in this world, please just like, leave alone the small amount we’ve got. 

Anyway, Flip and the babies all say hello (well the babies kinda babbled but I’m making the executive decision that those were hello babbles lol) We’re doing well and hope you are too! Sending you and yours love :)

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what's flip's opinion on the watergate scandal? i'm assuming you've seen the aftermath of the news release and are gearing up for the first tapes if it's june 1974 in your timeline

Lmaooo I’m so glad that you asked because ohhhhhh my gosh he’s got so many opinions. We’re Jews, you know we’ve gotta have an opinion on everything lol ;)

First of all, though he may seem like he’d be a red boy through and through, he’s actually very aggressively and stubbornly democratic, and we fuckin’ hate Nixon. He’s eagerly awaiting his resignation or impeachment, whichever comes first. 

Literally every day he reads the newspaper and lately with all this he’s been reading it out loud like “ketsl you won’t fucking believe this”  and we actually turn the television on and literally just sit and gasp at the bullshit. 

He thinks Nixon’s always been a cheat, a liar, and a coward, and this just really is tickling him pink to see the rest of the nation go WAIT WHAT?? with each new bit of info that comes in. 

And you know, sometimes he regrets not pursuing a more federal detective position like the FBI just so he could get in on this type of action lol. There is nothing he loves more than taking down right-wingers!! 

Now we’re all mostly calling for the release of the tapes, to hear exactly what happened -- the news is saying the Supreme Court is going to rule on it, and we’re all just like ‘holy shit what a mess’ lmaoo

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i just felt it in my soul. i knew that it was right up your alley. the glamour. the dramatics. ugh. i swoon at the thought of lounging about in my mountain home in nothing but the robe while i sigh dramatically to my records waiting for my man to return from work. it's so extra and theatrical omg i'm in love

L i t e r a l l y   m e 

Like not only is that me just about every evening while I wait for this absolute lumberjack to come through the front door, but truly the drama? the theatrics?? The absolute libra energy??? It’s got my name written all over it lol

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since my quarantine started, my partner has been it his personal mission to make it enjoyable even though i am asymptomatic (i got tested bc someone at work was positive) and he ordered a clit vibrator and mrs z... lemme tell ya... it's a scary invention lol. i love it but it scares me :'^)

No way someone else I know just also ordered a clit vibrator! I’m a little too afraid of them too, for my own personal use to be honest lol, but maybe I’ll have to make the jump and see what all the fuss is, if you and my other pal enjoy it so much! :^)

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i tried explaining your personal au to my partner and he asked me if this is like a column in a newsletter or if it's a personal letter and if that would mean that when we send real letters it would "break the immersion." i love him but lord. i'm far too lazy to put that much thought into anything

Lol! The way that it works in my head, is that when you guys send in writing requests/I publish fanfic, it’s like part of a magazine/newsletter. When you guys send in just general shenanigans, it’s sending in real letters and my responses are like real letters back. 

It wouldn’t break the immersion at all, in fact it’d just solidify the experience some more, in my opinion! :)

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my grandpa is very adamant on post over tech so i send a shit ton of mail and when i was at college, i used to send him pressed flower cards and polaroids of plants (i'm a botany major lol; i'm actually a wildlife tech for my state's park service. my internship, get this, is actually learning how to preserve and study archaeobotany lol archaeologist!kylo and i would have a lot to talk about) and he has an entire scrapbook dedicated to it :') i want to get a penpal but it's so sketchy imo

I need you to know that i think that’s the coolest damn thing I’ve heard in a long time, my friend! You and archaeologist!kylo would have a ton to talk about!! My grandma wasn’t so big on writing letters as she was calling me up every day lol, but that’s so so special and hearing stories like this really warms me heart :) 

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"saddle up ketsl" shit i'll drink to that mrs z. thank you for indulging the cowboy prompts :') too kind

Anytime someone requests flip from me, my heart and my p*ssy go !!!!!! so truly, thank you for indulging me lol 

there’s also 5 more flip prompts coming, AND the oneshot tonight, so.....let’s just say buckle your seat-belt my friend ;)