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[j-restlessgeek]

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Meow there 😸😸💛💛💛

🌺- sweet or salty? -

oh definitely sweet, i love sweets of almost all kinds 🥰🥰🥰🥰. But I shouldn't get too much, I once had too much and my mom said I was like a hamster on speed (her words but translated from german) talking faster than usual, hands moving even faster before passing out on my bed.

🔥- last song you listened to?

Checkmarks by The Academy Is...

🌼- go to comfort food?

Everything that's quick and easy, usually have to fit in certain boxes, nothing dry, easy to swallow and tastes good.

I really like this pasta dish my mom made once when something quick and easy was needed without needing to go shopping. Creamy pasta with peas (i love peas 🫛😻😻😻) it checks all the boxes. Takes roughly ten minutes (boiling the pasta)

I also have this dish that was not intended to be eaten that way and my former teacher would raise her eyebrows if she knew. Basically its the filling to a pastry dish that I just eat "raw". It's good tho 👀👀👀.

✨- a movie you like to rewatch?

Oh boi oh boi, i absolutely love A Nightmare before Christmas, I watch that movie whenever I am down or during Pre-halloween-Winter Holidays, that movie just doesn't gets bad. I love the songs, i love the characters, especially deep connection to Jack Skellington, little eleven year old me saw this movie and got completely changed/attached, was my first stop motion movie too (my favourite genre), I love the effort, I love the story. To me its a perfect movie, will forever be my favourite in my heart and mind. 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Can only recommend it.

Thank you for asking and have a nice day 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

[camilleflyingrotten]

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[retquits]

a quick sam sketch for the wonderful person who sent me a k☼fi !!! 🥺

he's thinkin up song lyrics 🎶

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Part 6.5

a little check in back at the castle~

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[gengwasted]

Aventurine just got comfortable and the doctor decides to throw a bomb at him??? This is rude and unacceptable. He loves it he's just... Confused.

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until we meet again!🔎

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Evgeni Malkin: "It's my second home here. I'm glad to be here. Doesn't matter what (happens), we win or we lost, I want to be here. Always together, with Sid, with Tanger."

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tarot commission for @winduphathe 🌹🗡️

[retquits]

What is Monroe's hairstyle? Is it a shaggy wolf cut or a mullet? I'm curious!

it may have been a wolf cut at some point, but as he grew older and stopped taking care of himself, it kinda became ... something else 😅

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[pricegouge]

Thinking of nanny!reader x daddy!price once again... You really ate there, damn

[fic]

oh ms. messy... wonder what she's been up to...

"fuckin' call me messy," you grumble under your breath, the pre-wetted wipe in your hands going dry with overuse. emily squirms, her chubby little cheek gone red with the attention.

"not s'ppose'ta say tha'word." face squished in your hand as it is, the accusation comes out too muffled to hold her usual attitude. like this, she's almost cute. or would be, if not for the garish colors still staining her eyelids.

"and you're not supposed to use markers like makeup, but here we are."

she rolls her eyes, the brat, smudgy purple lines fading up into her eyebrows raising with the effort, as if everything in her tiny little body was put into the motion. "wha'ss'a diffr'nce anyway?"

"well for one, makeup comes off with makeup wipes," you snark, tossing another stained towelette into the bin, tie-dye collection starting to overflow. "for another i don't think 'bluetiful' is really your color."

"blue is a primary color," she informs you, apropos of nothing, as if that should explain why she'd tried using it as as a highlighter.

you pause in your endeavor, the bright red 'blush' on her cheek bleeding down the crease of her nose. "that is true," you agree sagely, and then damn near jump out of your skin when a gruff voice behind you asks if she knows her other primaries.

emily lists off a good fourteen colors - far too many from your understanding, though it had been a long time since you were in preschool; maybe they'd added some. you used the time to check yourself out in the bathroom mirror covertly, though you catch him catching you, eyes meeting somewhere around the fourth shade of yellow. "mr. price," you greet him casually, voice too meek in your effort not to interrupt emily's learning.

he doesn't even nod, eyes heavy on you as he lets his daughter prattle off every shade of the crayolla box she'd become overly familiar with. you'd say he's getting worse but he's always been like this - too intense, too direct - and saying as much felt like a jinx, like a dare to the universe at large to make him, impossibly, more driven. "ms. messy," he drawls quietly, the title a low purr as he lets his eyes drag over you. you'd worn shorts today, confident and cheeky in the privacy of your room. he always managed to wrangle that control from you this easily, with barely more than a pointed look that set you back to basics, suddenly remembering the game you're playing. who with.

attempting to save face, you turn back to emily and whisper to her, thick as thieves. "coulda told me he was right behind me. now i look bad, not using this as a teaching opportunity."

emily tells you it's actually your job to know when her dad's home because she's a little shit, but you barely hear it because john takes that opportunity to assure you you don't look bad, doubles down when he sees how flustered he's made you. "emily, doesn't ms. messy look nice?"

and maybe there is a reason you keep coming back for more (other than her hot father and his seemingly bottomless pocket) because she just nods animatedly, sloppy bun you'd piled her hair into bobbing. you start to murmur your thanks, but she ruins the moment just as suddenly as she'd started it, motioning to her colorful face and proudly announcing she'd been trying to look like you.

"oh," you hedge, unsure how you feel about a child thinking drunk drag makeup was the key to stealing your look.

john, thankfully, comes to your rescue. "oh, munchkin. you know ms. messy doesn't need all that to look pretty."

well, maybe 'thankfully' was a strong word. "and neither do you. you're pretty just the way you are," you assert, trying to steer the conversation into something more manageable just as you steer the girl before you back your way, tilting her head so you can get a particularly well saturated bit on her brow.

"prettier than you?" she asks, cheeky, and you roll your eyes much like she had, far too exaggeratedly. let her dad have fun with that bad habit.

"well of course!"

she giggles, turns to face her father as best she can when you've got her whole jaw cupped in your hand. "daddy, am i prettier than ms. messy?"

you don't think he's mean enough to give his kid a complex in the name of flirting with someone half his age, but your breath catches anyway, waiting in anticipation as he lets the moment drag on.

surely your heart's racing because you want him to say no. right?

"now that you mention it, ms. messy sure could use some sprucing up, hm?" you scoff and flick the dirty towelette at him and huff when he catches it easily, palm completely engulfing it without even really trying. he's unbearably smug when he continues, whiskers practically twitching with a barely contained grin. "what do you think, munchkin? a pretty necklace? a bracelet?"

unfortunately, he looks perfectly serious. "maybe a ring?"

if emily responds, you don't hear it, too busy side eyeing him, trying to figure out how serious he is. if you get tipped with a tennis necklace next time you watch his kid, you might just drop out of school.

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