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[queenie-fleury]

Oh, my gourd! I love fall!

Word Count | 1392

Triggers | None

Tags | Slice-of-life, fluff, themed date

"I don't think I've seen someone so excited to go to a pumpkin patch." Quinn teased, checking his sunglasses in the rear view. The sun had finally decided to come out shortly after the two of you had arrived, brightening the collective mood. "Or someone on such a mission."

It was a rare day off that you both had to spend together and you had proposed the idea of getting a few pumpkins to decorate your porch with. Quinn, living downtown had no use for pumpkins or cornstalks, but you, living far outside the chaos of city life in Vancouver, was feeling particularly festive.

"Well...I am! I need them!"

"You need them, huh?" Quinn teased.

"I do! But, come on! We gotta go!" You say excitedly, tugging at the cuffs of the hoodie you were wearing.

"Babe, there are probably a thousand out there! I don't think you're at risk of missing out." He looks at you through the black RayBan lenses, "Hey, is that my hoodie?"

Before he can finish his question, you slip out of the car, a giggle trailing behind you. Yes, it was his, and one that he had been looking for for some time but was always just out of his reach. Through the season, there wasn't much he could do about you running off with his favourite ones, but it was nearly preseason time...you'd have to be sneaky so to keep them a little longer.

Once he got out, Quinn made his way to your side, linking his arm around your waist. "I thought I had lost that. Have you had it this whole time?" There wasn't much of a difference in your heights, but you snuggled up against him as you made your way to the entrance.

"Maaaybe. I mean, you're the one who left it at my house!" you smiled, hoping he wouldn't want it back.

"Uh-uh," Quinn countered with a bit of a smirk. "You know, it's a good thing the team gives us these just because."

"Oh, come on! I only have a couple! I miss you a lot when you're gone and they're comforting to me!" You turned to him, a slight pout on your lips.

"I know they do, babe. I'm just teasing you." Quinn would softly kiss your cheek in a hope of raising your mood back up, slightly fearful that he had hurt your feelings. "I'd rather you have it than me thinking I left it somewhere."

Reassuring him that you'd take good care of it, you find yourself feeling so lucky to have him in your life. What a path it had been to get to this point but one you wouldn't trade for anything.

"Wanna do lunch after?" He asked, paying the entrance fee for you both. "Thank you."

"Sure! I'm starving!"

"Did you not have anything before I picked you up?"

"...no."

"Too excited for pumpkins, huh?" He whispered into your ear. "Were you able to sleep?"

"Oh, hush!"

Quinn chuckled as the wind kicked up leaves around your feet. There was something magical about this time of the year: the colours, the weather, and watching Quinn get back on the ice and the atmosphere of home games in Vancouver.

"Okay, so where to?" He asked, surveying the vast sea of orange. "I don't know what you're looking for."

"I'll know when I see it!"

There was another stifled laugh from Quinn. He was just along for the ride today and though he might not say it, he knew he'd enjoy it. Seeing you giddy and happy was enough to make his day. It was these little moments that he treasured when the two of you were forced apart, alone on the road for sometimes weeks at a time. Quinn wasn't an overly affectionate type, especially out in public, but he had ways of showing that he loved you, loved being around you. You, on the other hand, made up for his shyness and awkwardness with such things.

"Oh, look at this one! It's all bumpy!" You pick up and present Quinn with a medium-sized, orange and green pumpkin, covered in warts of various sizes. He doesn't seem to share your excitement but he smiles nonetheless.

"You wanting some acne-covered pumpkins?"

A playful glare gets thrown his way before you place the gourd back amongst the others. "It's just cute! I've always liked the bumpy ones!"

Quinn grins larger and shakes his head. You're adorable in every way to him, and you never fail to make him smile. Today especially, he's glad to be around you -to share your happiness- while he still has the free time.

"I need some big ones for the porch and some smaller ones for the steps, I think. I already have enough mums."

"So what you're saying, is that we're going to be making a few trips."

"Yeaaaah!" There was no getting around it, his car was going to be pretty full. At least it was just a once-a-year thing to be done, otherwise, you might be going alone!

"Well, I guess we better get started, huh?" Quinn said, pushing up his sleeves slightly. "So, bumpy ones?"

- - - - -

“Oh, no, no, no, no, no!” You did everything you could to prevent the bushel basket from finally giving way beneath the weight of the pumpkins. Before you knew it, there was a tumbling of miniature pumpkins falling all around your feet. “Shit,” you mumble under your breath.

From the other side of the car, you hear an inquisitive tone in Quinn’s voice. “Ha, you good over there?” He had been rearranging the larger spoils of the fields in the trunk when the catastrophe occurred.

“No.” Feeling your face pull into a pout, you couldn’t believe what had happened. You had been so careful; cradled that basket like a baby and now to see them all over the ground - a couple under the car - you felt defeated, and by some fruit no less.

“Do you need some… Haha, what are you doing over here?” Quinn was laughing by the time he rounded the back of the car. Normally, he wouldn’t laugh at you but your pout coupled with the sea of small, softball sized pumpkins all around you was too much for him to contain. “Basket broke, huh?”

“Mhmmmm!”

“Maybe, uh …maybe you got too many?”

The clear response was to say no, however, perhaps he had a point. “Yeah, maybe.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get these.”

“No, I got them,” you mumble reluctantly.

“Babe, it’s fine, really. Won’t take me but a minute. They didn't go too far luckily. Have a seat and we’ll get out of here and get some lunch. You’re getting a little…”

“Hangry?”

“I’m glad you said it and not me!”

“Quinny!” You exclaim. “So mean!”

“Mhm, I’m soooo awful.”

It was the feeling of his fingertips along your jawline that snapped you out of your mood. His touch was always so gentle, his intention so soft. His kiss held your attention like a laser. Nothing else mattered while he held you there so lovingly.

Quinn said nothing, just smiled before chasing after your discarded decorations once he parted from you.

Inside the car, the interior was warm, having soaked up the sun’s rays the entire time. While you waited for Quinn to join you, you caught sight of him in the side mirror. He was trying to get the ones that had rolled beneath the car. At the moment, all you could see was his ass in the air as he tried to reach. You wanted to roll down the window and whistle at him, but with the keys in Quinn’s pocket, it wasn’t going to happen, and it was too dangerous to open the door so you’d just settle for the view and a little snicker.

Eventually, he’d join you and ask you why you had that look on your face.

“Oh, just laughing at you trying to get under the car.”

“It was almost halfway under! Why, what did you see?”

“Oh, nothing! I’ll keep it to myself.”

Quinn shoots you a playful side eye. He knew he probably looked like an idiot, but it was what it was.

“Well, ready to go, Pumpkin?” He said smiling, his hand finding your leg.

“Mhm! Thank you for everything.”

“Not a problem. I enjoyed it.”

[paranoahcult]

Ok, maybe someday it will make sense, so what's interesting about it? Well, first of all, I always thought that his “iconic streaming era” glasses were Jean Paul Gaultier 56-6106 and I almost got the price wrong by $500 lol BUT after looking closely I realized it turned out to be their replica. Anyway, they are cool and suit him very well.

Secondly: you know that his rayban sunglasses have a camera? 🤭 so be careful if you see him wearing them😏 (and he wears them often)

also, the entire collection that he owns in the photo below is not expensive or branded. you can find them on amazon for around $10-$20. Good luck)

[elvisqueso]

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tagging: @subway-dove @anisaanisa @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @t3acupz @justthatspiffy @spacedewey @devilatelier and anyone else who wanna

[felixferitas]

@ourpretender: ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ ( either about venetia whilst at saltburn *or* if annabelle & oliver actually slept together that night and felix found out back at oxford ... )

his arms crossed as he sunbathes in the deckchair with the raybans sitting on his nose hiding any expression of vulnerability, felix is the epitome of calm, cool, collected. at least, at first glance. he's drawn into himself, jaw and shoulders set as a tongue prods at the inside of his cheek. "well, lucky for the both of us, you bloody do well know better." or maybe he didn't. oliver always seemed so smart and attentive, considerate, even if he wasn't as people-smart as felix was. or at least that's what felix had thought before this happened and farleigh relayed all the sordid details of what he'd seen. he's not pouting, he's not upset. this was merely expected by now, that's all. felix had gotten his hopes up that this summer would be lovely and not filled with personal betrayal for once. "jealous? tell me, did i do something to you? i just -- don't understand where this is all coming from. did i make you feel lacking, in some way? so you had to take something from me to get even?"

[ghcstcd]

Dew would have 2 main ways that he’d dress. (Aside from any bedroom kink stuff that could be whatever)

A- Casual Dew : tighter than tight black skinny jeans are part of his daily uniform . There could be a rip in the knee depending on how old they are or how much he’s been crawling around on his knees (cough cough). He wears wears well fitted band T shirts- mostly metal bands but there could be some 80’s or 90’s goth or 80’s hair bands in there too (depends on his mood) to show off his slim body. If the weather is cold, he might layer up with a nice dark flannel or utility shirt. (No bright colors bc he’s a dark rock kid at heart). Once in a while on the really frigid days, he could wear an oversized wool sweater with a turtleneck. Darker colors- of course. He might wear a black metal bullet belt once in a while or a studded leather belt. He will wear black vans. Although he likes his grungey stuff, he also has a penchant for more expensive accessories and will wear black combat type boots from Frye. His leather motorcycle jacket is also expensive (it’s a Schott Perfecto) . He will wear expensive Rayban sunglasses or mirrored aviators. Sometimes, if he’s in a slutty mood he might wear some tortiseshell cat eyed sunglasses and rosey, shiney lip gloss. Dew regularly wears black winged eyeliner.

B- Formal or biz casual Dew: He LOVES a skin tight suit- dark colors- possibly black on black pinstripes, etc to accentuate his lithe form. He will wear a high quality, black sheer button down (unbuttoned of course) or sometimes go shirtless with the jacket to show off his chest jewelry. He likes a pop of color do he’ll wear a dark blue or dark red colored neckerchief that has a slightly metallic sheen. (Think “Mr. Ghost” Tobias AMA style) With this ensemble- he’ll wear short black pointed snakeskin boots with a slight heel. He also likes to accessorize with the before mentioned sunglasses, and lots of chunky silver rings from The Great Frog.

This boy KNOWS he looks good and is not afraid to flaunt it. 🔥

There are so many points that you've given that I'm making notes of. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. I'm also already in love with the Jewelry from The Great Frog. I'm looking at their collections right now and I love them.

[runaeveena]

a man came to the archive today to view our closed collection but he was wearing rayban camera glasses and was promptly kicked out after the shutter sound echoed in the reading room and i wasnt at the desk like usual 😭

[allie-campbell-bradshaw]

Chapter 2: Plebe Summer

A/N: Welcome to the second chapter of Top Gun: Baby, a love story following Bradley Bradshaw and Allie Campbell. This story is sequential, so if you have not already read the first chapter, please go back and do so! All links to chapters and their mood boards can be found on my masterlist. I mention this in my notes for every chapter, but just in case you missed it– I do not give permission for my work to be re-posted without credibility. If you do want to post this story to your page, please be sure that you tag my account or at least mention its original source in your post. Again, thank you for being here and I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Angst, swearing

POSTED: 05/14/2023

Chapter Two: Plebe Summer

BRADLEY’S POV

I pulled my ray-bans off of my face so I could get a better look at the campus. I didn’t even notice my mouth hanging open until the taximan gave me a strange look, but I didn’t care. This place was immaculate! 

White brick and stone lined the exterior of the buildings. Most of the roofs were light blue with a few a crimson red color. Attendees of the Academy were wandering around the commons of the campus, talking with their families and holding onto their final hugs a little longer than normally necessary. But this isn’t normal. This is the biggest day of our lives! The day where we pledge ourselves to our country and join the U.S. Navy.

“Sir,” the taximan said in a tone that made me think he had said this phrase quite a few times. I glanced over at the meter and read the total, whipping out my wallet and giving him a fifty dollar bill, telling him to keep the change. He gave me a muttered “yeah”, obviously not impressed with the small tip, but I didn’t care. Nothing could bring me down right now! I quickly got out of the cab, grabbing my bag and flinging it over my shoulder, smiling at the campus I was now able to call home. I pulled my raybans back over my eyes while the sun shone down on me. Yep, nothing could ever bring me down.

Fuck. I was wrong. I kept my eyes glued to him, standing still and refusing to move. My smile was long gone from my face and my jaw tightened, watching him as he looked at me, with an excited smile on his face. An excitement to finally see me after four years, which was a decision he made when he interfered with my life.

His smile dropped from his face and he looked down at the ground, shrugging his shoulders as he took a deep breath. I kept my eyes and my emotionless face glued on him, wanting him to feel every ounce of hatred that was radiating through my body.

He gave a slight nod and then looked up at me again, taken aback with the notice that I had yet to move. I wanted to end our interaction as soon as possible, so I turned my head to the center of campus and started to make my way to the check-in table. Luckily, he didn’t follow.

“Well hi!” A very cheery woman greeted me, she wore a shirt that said ‘Welcome Cheer Volunteer’. Jesus... She must have read the angry expression on my face, that was half hidden by my ray bans, because she quickly dropped her smile, cleared her throat, and asked for my name.

“Bradshaw” I answered coldly, looking over my shoulder to try to find him, luckily he was nowhere to be found.

She quickly went through her files, wanting our interaction to be over as quickly as I did. “Bradley?” she asked in an earnest tone.

I nodded, my hair blowing in the early summer breeze that was starting to come in. We were on the coast, so there would always be a breeze that accompanied the heat. Thank God!

“Well,” she said, collecting herself and grabbing a pen from the side of the table, “If you could just verify all of this information and then sign here,” she pointed to the bottom dotted line, “then you will be all good to go!”

I looked over the paper that she handed me, filled with basic information as well as an emergency contact. My initial application listed him as my person to contact, but this time I listed Kazansky. He barely knew me, and apart from the brief interaction we had at my mom’s funeral, we’d barely spoken. However, I knew him well enough to know that if the Academy called to tell them they needed his consent to perform an emergency surgery, he would figure out why I made the switch and help out.

I signed the line with the quick signature that I had been practicing for years. The B and the Y are the only eligible letters in my first name and my last name was crystal clear. It keeps people on their toes, showing them that I can be one of two things; cold and confusing or crisp and clean. You never know which Bradshaw you’re going to get.

I handed her back the clipboard and papers and she grabbed them with a fake smirk on her face. “Thank you!” she faked. I could see right through her. “Be sure to be back here at 1400 for your first inspection. AND this is your alpha number! Be careful with it now, it’s your ID for the next four years”!

I raised my eyebrows at her and brought my index and middle finger up, closing my fingers together like scissors with the paper in between them.

She looked very perplexed by me, clearing her throat and adjusting her body, ready to greet the next person.

I looked over my left shoulder and saw him standing in the distance. Far enough to show me that he wasn’t interested in coming over, but close enough to tell me that he wasn’t going anywhere. If he wanted to be so involved in this day, then he would’ve been…four years ago… when I should’ve gotten here.

I walked over to the far left side of the commons area and dropped my bag to my feet, leaning against the edge, playing with the paper in my hands.

I looked down and unfolded it. Two lines were printed in the center:

Bradley Bradshaw

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My thought process, or lack thereof, was interrupted by the sounds of laughter, sobs, conversations, and yells. I swept through the crowd, taking notice of all of the men that were hugging and kissing their girlfriends. Most of the girls were crying, holding onto their partners for dear life.

That’s why I made it a point to not have a relationship during my last year of college. I knew this was coming, and I didn’t want to be that person to make her go through all of this. We’re only allowed to call three times this summer. All other forms of communication need to be through letters, which are cleared by a team of navalmen and women before it’s sent anyways.

Yes, I’ve had my fair share of girlfriends. First there were the middle school crushes, which I seemed to be the center of for most girls there. One caught my eye though, Emmah. She was what you would call my first “puppy dog love”. My mom would chaperone us on movie dates, bowling nights, and would sit in the living room with us whenever she came over and watched T.V. That didn’t stop me from sneaking in a few kisses though, when she wasn’t looking. It abruptly ended the summer before high school. I think it was mutual. I don’t know. We just stopped texting.

Then there were flings that I had my freshman year; Katy, Olivia, and Jepson. Nothing really came from those. I just went to football games with them and maybe held their hand once or twice on the bus rides for field trips. Honors courses went on a lot of field trips to apply the knowledge we acquired in the classroom. I guess Olivia got the closest. I went on my first unchaperoned date with her at the beginning of Sophomore year. Olive Garden. I know, fancy! Again that one just died out the same way. Then there was Jennifer. She took my breath away!

We dated for two years in high school. Definitely my first love! She was on the yearbook committee and was in charge of taking pictures of the baseball team. When I saw her on that hot late spring day, I knew. I found her in the hallway the next day and asked her out. This time, I made sure to take her on a proper date, dinner and a movie. A nice dinner though. We were inseparable after that. I walked her to every class, sat with her during every lunch, she came to every game I had, and even took me on her family vacation to Florida during summer vacation. I lost my virginity to Jennifer, and her’s to me.

I knew she was wanting to break up with me during senior years spring semester, but with my mother’s admission into hospice, she held back. I took the liberty of giving her a proper break up a week before she died. I saw her and her family at the funeral, and even gave her a smirk to acknowledge her presence and support, but didn’t talk to her after that. She went to Columbia College in Chicago to better her art skills. She was a hell of an artist!

College contained the natural amount of tinder flings and hookups. I deleted the stupid thing during my junior year, not wanting to put the energy into it anymore. Then I met Danielle who was in my History of Politics class. She made me feel a spark I had never felt before. A genuine adult love. We went out a few times. An intense chemistry was developing between us. It scared the hell out of me! I brought up these fears to her, and despite her plea to take our relationship to the next level, I knew I couldn’t. So naturally, we made love one time, and then I let her go, watching her cry as she left my house in the middle of the night. I offered to let her stay, but she said it would be too painful. 

Maybe I wish I kept up with that one. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t hurt her the way I knew I would. Leaving for summer camp would be too much for her. I knew her heart well enough. She would choke it all down and then one day, explode. I didn’t want to get my “Dear John” letter from her, or be the one to end it myself through a letter.

If I wasn’t here, if I was rejected, I would’ve married her. She’ll be my biggest “what if” when I find myself sitting on a carrier in the middle of the ocean at night in my bunk. When I’m toying through my thoughts, listening to everyone’s stories about their happy families, I’ll think about her, and the life we could’ve had if I was wired differently.

I shifted my focus to the families on base. Looking at my classmates as they hugged their dads and moms. That part stung. I saw one kid, he looked to be just fresh out of highschool, and handed his mom a single red rose. Damn it! That brought me back to the thought of my parents. My mom told me that whenever dad came home, or when she came to visit him, he would give her a single red rose and a hug and kiss bigger than the universe. She preserved the last rose that he gave her when he was in Top Gun. The one she got just a day before he died. It was in a pane of glass with his call name “Goose” printed in black cursive on the bottom right corner. He had that now. Promising to keep it safe until I wanted it. I couldn’t stand to look at it once she died. It had a different meaning after her death, and I couldn’t keep it in the house anymore.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice a girl approach me until she said; “You don’t have family either.” It was more of a statement than a question.

I looked over at her. She had olive skin and deep brown air. Her eyes were a deep color of brown, but had so much light in them, yet so much pain. She understood me… “Yeah.” I answered, hurt that my emotion got the better of me. She already had me all figured out.

She looked down at the ground, her arms crossed as she kicked a loose rock to the side. “Well, at least we’re not alone”.

I kept my eyes down on the ground, a stubbornness emotion held on my face. A look of pain that she knew too well. I nodded my head and looked at her as I realized just how right she was. I wasn’t alone. She found me. She came to me.

A smirk found its way across my face and she mirrored mine. I took off my ray bans so she could know she had my full attention. The sun hit my eyes hard and it caused me to squint. My right eye snapped shut at the sudden brightness and I brought my hand up to shield my eyes. “What’s your name?” I asked her, watching as she picked up the rock and threw it in the direction of the happy families. Luckily, it landed on the ground by their feet.

“Natasha Trace” she answered as she looked at me, shielding her own eyes.

[hey-kae]

Tell my why watching the vlog part in Charles apartment one race day, I imagined dating Charles and doing a AD video together and Charles casually shows his sock drawer and drawer full of ray bans to the AD crew

Yess and he would decide that’s a very important thing to do just because all while you’re looking at him like ??? and he’s just like ☺️

Like randomly showing the sock drawer so true but ngl if i had this type of rayban collection i would be showing everyone that drawer for sureee

I have one pair and l treat it like it’s my firstborn

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[vicsy]

Top five brands

omg hiiii! i suddenly remember NO brands ahahah

let's go with Sony because I am married to my playstation

not to be That Girl but RayBan is consistently good at what they do and also I did buy the sunglasses from Scuderia Ferrari collection and they are very very good...

there is a small Italian brand called Seletti and they make really cool decor!

if I were to choose a car brand (for everyday living) I'd go with Land Rover. I had my trusty range rover evoque for a very long time <3

Lotus Biscoff cause lotus cookies are my guilty pleasure lmao

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[fifteensjukebox]

Hey hello how about 01, 12, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 and 55 for the HORRIBLE ask game. This year.

hiiiiiii anon! i haven't gotten an anon in ages this is so exciting <3

also sorry i'm answering so late i explain it in the middle but i had a family outing and i thought mobile would let me edit

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? i do! my mom's my best friend in a way i'm sure is annoying to people who don't, and my dad is annoying but he is the best dad i know

03: Do you regret anything? biiiiiig question. i try not to. i try to tell myself i needed to do things to learn or whatever but i'm always wondering how else things could've gone and second guessing things as i do them

05: What is your relationship status? very much single. if you want to hear about my latest crushes you'll find it in my "vie" and "lore" tags but i'm sure they're not going anywhere so shoot your shot!

08: Played any sports? my dad coached a soccer team i was on when i was 4 but i was more interested in the dandelions on the field… outside of required gym class stuff (which i did not enjoy) i've enjoyed tennis and beach volleyball with my family (18 y/o brother included)

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? i think my record is 36, the last day/night/flight home from seeing my now-ex tumblr gf

well. if anything (back to earlier qs i could say i regret the whole met-online-ldr thing but it was good when it happened and im seeing it work out so well for friends so it could've been worthwhile in the long run!

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? irl i don't entirely hate anyone but i have some strong mixed near-hate feelings about the exes (and one not-yet-ex? i think? they're on the way out) of people i care about, and a certain ex friend of mine (if she makes the next move in reaching out i might be able to find it in myself to forgive but at this point it won't be as easy as it could've been)

21: What are your plans for this weekend? tbd but probably festive family things? extended family christmas dinner is on monday and we'll do our gift exchange that morning (speaking of which i need to get ready rn to leave for our family brunch followed by mall trip to shop for secret santa - my parents+18 y/o brother+i do a mini secret santa - well mini in that there are only 4 names but we have a generous budget bc it's usually our main/only source of gifts amongst ourselves. i got my mom again this year and she made it a little too easy by requesting a specific pair of raybans that make up most of the budget, but i'll get creative with the rest) we're also going to the distillery district for the vibes on thursday and my dad's taking these 2 days off work so collectively it all feels like weekend plans. maybe i'll go skating on the actual weekend! i haven't done it yet this season and i miss it

update here is that i didn't find anything for mom except the raybans so i may be going out alone to shop more on fri/weekend

34: Who/what was your last dream about? damn. the one time i don't write it down. oh! ok the last one i remember was one where a version of my ex bestie and i got back together so to speak but she was being overtly manipulative and i had to decide if i was ok with that? which. thanks subconscious! way to mix her with the bitch i had a crush on in middle school! real ex-bestie would never do that but i think it's created some irrational fear where before i just had sadness that i was mostly over (to briefly recap the situation there, she's depression-ghosted and blocked me before and she did it again earlier this year but it hurt more bc we'd been closer leading up to it than we had before the first time)

55: Are you mean? i think i can be really petty but people take it hard because they think of me as being so nice, so i know of some people who'd say i'm mean

thanks again for asking anon! i hope you're having a wonderful holiday season <3

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what in the absolute fuck is wendys man going on about. motherfucker is also racist and apparently an incel from what i saw on that posts replies

I’ll be honest I took 69 psychic damage when I read the word “Bitcoin” and didn’t actually read the replies before reporting it as spam.

@ the friend you’re better off without Wendy’s Dude. Go chase cows in your newfound freedom with Fucl.