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[mosylufanfic]

I request prompt 22nd; Happy birthday month!

Thank you! Also requested by a nonny, although you might see another reply for that, nonny! I keep thinking these are going to be short and cute and I look up four pages later and go, “. . . shit.”

Best Laid Plans

Caitlin heaved a sigh, dropped her head back, and told the ceiling, "I'm trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life."

The smoke alarm shrieked. The lasagna that she'd worked on all afternoon was a scorched-black lump. Her pan was probably ruined too.

She sniffed and wiped away tears. "It's just a lasagna," she scolded herself.

But it wasn't, and she knew it. The lasagna had been a single but critical cog in a carefully crafted plan, and now it was trash.

Cisco was due any minute, and she was still in her robe, with no makeup and her hair barely blow-dried. Her main dish was completely ruined and there was no time to throw together something new.

She sniffed again and then pulled a chair over and climbed up on it to turn off the smoke alarm. When it had been silenced, with a last surprised tweet, she rested her head against the top of the door frame and mourned briefly for her ruined evening, which was supposed to end with her in Cisco's arms.

Sometimes it seemed like her dating life since Ronnie's death had been nothing but trying to feel more than she did, or disastrous breakups. Or both. Often both. But Cisco had always had a place in her heart. Sometime after he'd first gotten together with Cynthia, she'd realized that the place he occupied had transformed from platonic to romantic without her noticing.

She'd told herself then that it was hopeless. He had a girlfriend, one he was madly in love with. She'd hated herself for the ember of hope that had blossomed when he'd told her that they'd broken up. "Too different," he'd said, sagging in her comfy armchair with his third or fourth stiff drink. "We love each other, but we don't want the same things. And the things we want - they’re kind of all or nothing."

"I'm sorry," she'd said, and gotten more ice cream out of the freezer.

She'd counseled herself to wait, to let him heal, to watch for signs that he was ready to risk his heart again.

In the past month, she'd been seeing those signs, and more, signs that he might be already willing to risk it with her. Casual touches that lingered longer than usual. Banter that leaned toward flirtation. Small, thoughtful gestures, that wouldn't have seemed out of place in Cisco's history of thoughtful gestures except for the smiles he gave her along with the cup of tea he brought to her desk, or the candy bar he picked up when he was out. Long text conversations about nothing in the middle of the night.

But if they were ever going to be anything more than text buddies, one of them was going to have to move things along, and she'd decided it was going to be her. Except that her meticulous plan had gone off the rails the moment she turned on her hair-dryer and missed hearing the over timer go off.

She looked over and saw the wine on the counter. She hopped off the chair, grabbed a corkscrew, jammed it into the cork, and worked it out of the bottle with a pop. Without bothering with a glass, she took a deep chug straight out of the bottle.

It was a nice red wine, and it would have been really nice with her burned lasagna.

She was considering another chug when the doorbell rang. With a gasp, she stuck the bottle back on the counter and bolted for the door.

"Hey - what burned?" were the first words out of his mouth when she opened it.

"Lasagna," she said, letting him in. "I was drying my hair and I didn't hear the buzzer."

"Awww," he said. "I’ve been there. Sorry." He gave her a quick hug and she told herself to let go when he did, not to cling to him, not to snuggle close and bask in the smell of his shampoo and the feel of his body against hers. "You didn't have to make dinner. I told you I'd bring something over."

"I wanted to," she said. "But I screwed it up."

He squeezed her upper arms to comfort. "Look," he said. "Why don't I go get a pizza? Will that work with the rest of your menu?"

"Sure," she sighed. "Go for it."

"Be right back," he said, and opened up a breach in the middle of her entryway.

When it sucked itself closed, she went back into her bedroom to put on clothes. Half her closet was scattered over her bed - pretty ruffled skirts that showed off her legs, low cut tops that showed off her decolletage, dresses in a fine-gauge knit that clung to her curves. They'd all seemed not quite perfect for the intimate dinner she'd had planned.

They definitely wouldn't work over pizza.

She put on a soft, drapey t-shirt and a pair of yoga pants, then pulled her hair into a ponytail and put on basic makeup. She started to put on a simple, sheer pink lipstick, then paused, wiped it off, and selected a redder shade.

Even if she couldn't seduce him tonight like she'd planned, that was no reason not to make him think about her lips if she had the chance.

She shut her bedroom door behind her and went to see what else could be salvaged.

By the time he knocked again, she was feeling more cheerful. Yes, the charred lasagna was occupying a place of dishonor on the back of her stove, but that wasn’t the only thing she’d prepared. She did swap out her table settings, though. Thick-crusted, cheesy, greasy pizza just didn't go with her fine china. She let him in with a smile.

"All right," Cisco said, bearing a heavenly-smelling cardboard box toward her table and setting it down in the center. He plopped two twenty-ounce bottles next to the box, one orange soda and one iced tea. “We’ve got a large sausage and mushroom, because I ain’t looking at pineapple on pizza tonight, you Hawaiian-loving weirdo.”

Although sausage and mushroom did go better with the rest of the meal, she scowled playfully at him. He always gave her grief for her taste in pizza. “Keep talking like that and you won't get any caprese salad.”

“Any what now?” he asked, transferring slices onto her red Fiestaware plates.

She shifted the box and showed him the plate. Fat chunks of mozzarella alternated with tomato slices, garnished with basil leaves, and all of it drizzled in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. She’d assembled it and put in the fridge before jumping in the shower earlier.

His eyes lit up. “Fancy!” He nudged his two slices of pizza aside to make room on his plate.

“Okay,” she said after serving herself. “Are you ready to plan?”

“Born ready,” he said, twisting the cap off the orange soda. “Hit me. What are you thinking?”

She pulled out her notebook. “I’ve jotted down some ideas. This is Iris’s thirtieth birthday. It’s a milestone. We want it to be special.”

He cut up a slice of mozzarella and swabbed up balsamic vinegar before popping it in his mouth. “Remind me why we’re planning this and Barry isn’t?”

“Because it’s supposed to stay a surprise for more than thirty seconds,” Caitlin said.

“And he folds like a cheap suit when she cocks her eyebrow. Right.”

She should feel guilty, using a party planning session as a pretense for luring Cisco into her clutches. But Iris, who’d listened to her agonize a few times, would more than understand. Anyway, Caitlin had ditched that plan.

Mostly.

She watched Cisco lick pizza grease off his lips and grin at her as he suggested a country western theme (which she shot down with a quickness) and reminded herself that she wasn’t going to jump him.

Which was too bad, because in that shirt and those pants, he was looking really good. And he was having an incredible hair day.

They settled on a private room at Iris’s favorite restaurant the Saturday after her birthday. Caitlin wrote herself a note to check availability, and to figure out backup restaurants if that one didn’t pan out.

“We should have a decoy celebration,” Cisco suggested. “Like, tell her to meet us for lunch on Sunday.”

“Right! If we all just pretend to have forgotten, she’ll know something’s up. A decoy sounds perfect. Now, who are we inviting to the real thing?”

Cisco pulled up Facebook on his phone and went trawling through Iris’s friend list. “I’ll take care of contacting everybody,” he said, scribbling names down. “Hey, have you got contact info for Linda Park?”

“I can get it,” Caitlin said, writing herself another note. “Iris would love it if she made it from Coast City for this.”

By the time they’d eaten half the pizza and all the caprese salad, they had the beginnings of a really nice party. Cisco closed the box. "Want to keep the rest of this?"

"You take it home," she said, hopping up. "But I do have a new recipe that I tried for dessert."

"I'm going to get fat if you keep making me all your finds," Cisco said, not sounding terribly worried about the prospect. "They're gonna start calling me Jello instead of Vibe."

She grinned at him. "Maybe it's awful. I did burn the lasagna."

"Yikes," he said, and loaded her dishwasher while she pulled the dessert out.

He tilted his head to study the mound of white dessert that she set in front of him. "Is this flan? Because I have to tell you, it’s on the pale side."

"No," she said. "It's panna cotta. Taste it."

He did, and made a noise in his throat that made her skin buzz. "Holy shit. What's it called again?"

"Panna cotta. I made it last night." She tasted it herself and almost sighed. It had really turned out well. Good choice to garnish with raspberries. Next time, she would have to do the mint chocolate variation she'd found.

"Just for funsies?"

"Well, I found the recipe and I really wanted to try it out."

"And you knew I'd be here to help you eat it," he said, taking another bite. "So how did you make it?"

She launched into an explanation of the recipe, how the cream had to just simmer, not fully boil. How you had to let the gelatin dissolve just right, why you had to warm the mixture and let it cool in a particular pattern so the chemical reaction could happen properly. How you could add vanilla or almond or tea or anything, really, to flavor it and then add even more things on top when it had chilled overnight, and then - if you chose - unmold it onto a plate before garnishing. It was her favorite kind of recipe - scientific precision on the one hand, endless flavor choices on the other.

He watched her, smiling as he ate his panna cotta. “Maybe you should make it for Iris’s party,” he suggested.

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I’m up to making this for that many people, and the restaurant might have something to say about it.”

“Okay,” he said with a laugh. “You’ll just have to make it for me again.”

She looked up to see him smiling at her, and her heart skipped a beat. “Okay,” she said, telling herself that her voice wasn’t breathier than Jessica Rabbit’s. “Sure. Anytime.”

Their gazes locked and held until her heart fluttered again, and his lips parted. He blinked, breaking the spell, and set his spoon in his empty dish. “I’m gonna - “ He gestured vaguely in the direction of her bathroom. “Um.”

“Sure,” she said, and had to sit for another five or ten seconds, catching her breath, before she could get up and take the panna cotta dishes to the sink. They had to be hand-washed, but she couldn’t do it now. She’d probably break one.

She cleaned up the rest of the table, checked that Cisco had loaded the dishwasher properly (he had) and was considering how salvageable the lasagna pan was when Cisco called out, “Hey, Caitlin?”

“Hmmm?”

“Can you come here a minute?”

She went to the living room to see him studying her coffee table. “So, what’s this?” he asked.

She swallowed hard. She’d forgotten about that setup. “Um, candles. And wine glasses.”

“Fancy candles,” he said. “And your good wine glasses. And I couldn't help but notice there was a pretty nice red wine breathing on the counter all through dinner.”

“Oh,” she said. “I forgot about that. Yes.”

“And I know you’ll probably be mad and I’m sorry, but I may have slightly snooped in your bedroom on my way to the bathroom and I noticed your closet had exploded.”

She felt herself go red to the hairline. “. . . Yes,” she admitted. “It did, kind of.”

He tilted his head. “Did you have a plan for tonight?”

She nodded slowly. Her face felt hot enough to cook an egg. “But I burned the lasagna and spent too much time looking for the right outfit and ruined it.”

He smushed his lips together. “That’s an easily ruined plan.”

“You know how I am about my plans,” she said.

“Yeah,” he admitted, and picked up one of the wine glasses. “Too bad. This looks like it would have been pretty nice.”

She stood looking at him twisting the wineglass in his fingers, and thought, I’m on Team Flash. Plans going wrong is where we live. I should be able to improvise.

She curled her toes against the carpet. “Do you want to know what end I was planning toward?” she asked.

He looked up at her. “Kinda would. Yeah.”

“Okay,” she said. Whispered, really. “Okay.”

She reached out and took the wineglass from his hand. Setting it down on the coffee table, she rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him.

He went still, and she thought, Oh, oh no, I’ve misread everything, I -

Then his arms slipped around her waist and he kissed her back. Cautious at first, learning how they fit together, what she liked, what he liked. Then the kiss became more confident, hungrier. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed up against him, and he hummed in his throat the way he had when he’d tasted the panna cotta. This time, the sound thrilled her right down to the marrow.

They had to break for air eventually, and leaned together, panting. “So,” he said, his thumb rubbing against her rib cage through her thin shirt. “That was the end of the evening? In your plan?”

“Well,” she said, stroking her fingers through the baby-fine hairs on his neck. “No. Not necessarily.”

He smiled at her, his big joyful Cisco smile that she’d always loved to see, and said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”

FINIS

[starlabsforever-blog]

Justin Timberlake's Pair of wings + Killervibe, pretty please

The song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P70IHhCcGYg

I know I can’t saveyou (from the troubles of the world)

Caitlin blinked awake, unsure what had stirred her. Sherolled over on Cisco’s couch and saw his stooped form at his kitchen table. Hissilhouette was illuminated by the harsh glow of his screen. His shoulders weretight and she could see his hands flexing over the keyboard.

She pushed herself up onto one arm. “Cisco?” she askedsoftly, but he didn’t answer.

Across the apartment, the stove clock glowed 2:57 AM. Sheswung her legs off of the couch and went into the kitchen.

“Cisco,” she said, louder, and he jumped in his seat. Heglanced up at her and flinched.

“Hey,” he whispered.

The glow of the laptop illuminated every line on his faceand the deep bags under his eyes. “What are you doing awake?”

He gestured wildly at the screen. “I can’t- I don’t knowwhat to write.”

Her heart twinged. Dante’s eulogy. “I thought you finishedit.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t- it wasn’t- it felt all wrong.”His hands clenched the edge of the laptop.

She waited, in case he wanted to say anything else. “Why don’tyou sleep on it?”

He shook his head again. “Cait, the funeral’s in-” Heglanced at the timestamp on the bottom of his computer screen. “-ten hours andI have no idea what I’m going to say.” His hands were shaking and he grasped athis hair. “Every time I try to write it just sounds so insincere, a-and if I saysomething wrong, or don’t say the right thing-” He broke off. He washyperventilating.

“Hey.” Caitlin slid into the chair next to him. “Breathe.” Hedid, a shaky, shallow breath. “Again,” she commanded, and he tried, tremblingas he did. She reached out to touch his shoulder, but he flinched away. Shestared at him, feeling a little stung, but she shook that off. She waited untilhis breathing calmed down. “Do you want me to help you write it?” He shook hishead and his hair fell in front of his eyes. “Okay. Then do you think you cantry to lay down and get some sleep?”

He shook his head. “I need to do this.”

“But you’re not. Get some rest and we’ll worry about this inthe morning, okay?”

Cisco didn’t move for a long while, and then he stood upwordlessly. She reached out to touch him, instinctively, and then rememberedhow he’d just flinched away from her.

Come to think of it, he’d done that a few times today. Shewasn’t sure how to handle it- Cisco had always been the touchiest person sheknew. No matter how low he was feeling, a hug always seemed to make him feelbetter. Now, when he needed comfort most, he was flinching away from her.

Grief was funny that way.

She followed him to his bedroom, but he just stood in thedoorway, staring ahead, like he’d forgotten what he was doing.

“Cisco,” she said softly.

Cisco turned around slowly. He was still slumped, the way he’dbeen standing all week, his head drooped like a wilted flower. “I don’t think Ican sleep,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t stop thinking about him long enough tofall asleep.”

He hadn’t slept much over the last few days. She’d stayed upwith him as much as she could, but it had been an exhausting week for her, too.She was tempted to get him sleep meds- he really needed to rest, not worryhimself sick the night before his brother’s funeral -but a chemical depressantwas the last thing he needed right now.

“Okay,” she said. “Do you want me to stay up with you?”

He shook his head. “You can go to bed,” he mumbled.

“Do you want me to stay up with you?” she repeated.

His hand clenched against the doorframe. His arm dropped tohis side and he nodded.

She followed him back into the living room. She moved thepillow and blanket she’d slept with onto one side so that he could sit down. Hecurled into the corner of the couch and hugged himself tightly.

Caitlin found the remote on the coffee table and navigatedthrough Netflix. “Anything you want to watch?” He shook his head, so she turnedon Firefly. He always liked watching that. She turned down the volume down lowenough that he could fall asleep if he needed, but loud enough that it couldstill be an effective distraction from the pain that occupied every inch ofhim.

Cisco stared at the screen silently, and then he reached forthe blanket that she’d pushed to the side. “Okay if I steal this?”

“Of course.” She watched as he wrapped the blanket aroundhimself. It was in the eighties outside, but she didn’t mention it. His handsclosed around the edges, scrunching the fabric and letting it go.

She wished she knew what to say. He had done this for her,so many times. Over and over again, he’d coaxed her out through her pain andsadness and grief and somehow managed to say the right things, no matter howdark things were.

Caitlin watched his dark eyes go unfocused and sad. Shewondered where he’d gone inside his head. She wished she could make it stop,for him. They’d spent the last four days in his apartment together, and she’d spentthe same amount of time hyperaware of his emotional state, doing everything shecould to be there for him. Now, in a few hours, they had to leave and face theworld in the hardest way imaginable. At the funeral, she wouldn’t be able toprotect him from his family’s pain and heartbreak. She wouldn’t be able to protecthim from the harsh, painful reality.

God, she just wanted to shield him from the world andeverything in it. His heart had taken too much.

She glanced at him, curled into a ball. He looked like small and vulnerable like a little kid, and at the same time, his face was lined with the sorrows ofeternity, his shoulders slumped like they held the weight of the world.

“Cait?” Cisco said out of nowhere.

She glanced at him. “Yeah?”

His eyes were fixed on the screen, still unfocused. “Tell meit gets better.”

Her heart broke in two for him, again. “It gets better. Ittakes a long time, but I promise you won’t feel like this forever.”

His throat was constricting tightly, like he was trying notto cry. He hadn’t cried once since he got the phone call. “He was my brother,”he said in a soft, choked voice. “We grew up together. Even if we didn’t alwaysget along- I just thought he’d always be there, you know? And he was alwayspart of who I was.” His lower lip trembled. “I don’t know who I am without him.”

She turned to look at him. “You’re my best friend,” she saidsoftly. Then slowly, carefully, she placed her hand on the couch between them.

He stared ahead, his throat twitching as he swallowed a sob.

Caitlin leaned back into the couch cushion and staredforward.

Then she felt his hand, hot and heavy, close over hers.

She squeezed it as tightly as she could.

[treacheuryouswhore]

A multiversal request: I want to see all the pics please lmao

imma make a separate post with some more of my favorites (who am i kidding they’re all favorites) but in the meantime here, take this pic of los looking like he’s about to correct a bigoted family member at dinner 

[resplendentgoldenwings]

thapnbkrsnowvibe mentioned you on a post “This ™ Look ↳ [13/?]”

@trashywestallen Pretty sure it was 3x01; and it was more like Cisco being 100% done with Barry's attempt at fixing things withing the team after Flashpoint

ofc, but my version is so much more fun. :P

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Thapnbkrsnowvibe >>>>>>> Zhelianthus

[fantastic-reading-world]

I mean, they are all nice persons right? I’m sure Candice Patton would be super proud to see how her fans are.

Also I agree with @thapnbkrsnowvibe people need to stop asking her about SB. It only back fire her and make them send her death treat for no reason. 

We most know by know. Danielle CAN’T voice her opinion because they will take that opportunity to bully her. 

(PS: Let’s not talk about the tweet saying that she’s promoting racism because she might have talk about SB. Like are they even for real?)

[airsay58259]

I was tagged by @bisexualwondertrev (can I call all you tiny-ball-of-stress too?)

Name: R-C

nicknames: Airsay, rimousse, rymette

zodiac sign: aquarius

height: 1,69m 

nationality: french

favorite fruit: pineapple

favorite season: spring, it’s beautiful and neither too hot nor too cold

favorite book: 1984

favorite flower: orchid, maybe idk

favorite color: red

favorite animal: dogs

coffee/tea/hot cocoa: hot cocoa usually but I’ve recently decided to be an adult and tried coffee, it’s disgusting, but mochas are fine.

average sleep hours: 5 or 6 during the week, 8 during weekends

cat or dog person: I like both but prefer dogs

favorite fictional character: Miss Parker from The Pretender

number of blankets you sleep with: one sheet during summer, 2 blankets during winter

blog created: hmm around Flash first flarrow crossover I think? when @roastytoastyprincesss suggested I join here after I stalker her on ff.net

number of followers: a little more than 1K 

random fact: (about me) I’m a science and history nerd. I annoy the people around me with “fun fact guys!” about anything, and when we visit a new place I go full Hermione and read everything I can about it first. I never cared much about what job I’d find (my goal in life is to travel everywhere possible and a job always represented a means to an end), but last year I started working in a science museum and huge discovery: working can be cool too. Who knew. 

2nd random fact because of the 1st: I discovered HP in French, both books and movies. When I saw the movies in English for the first time, I realized how “Hermione” is actually pronounced. Well too late, she’ll always be Herm-iaw-neuh to me.

Tagging @thapnbkrsnowvibe @briarsrosie @panalegs27 

[wankadi]

I’ve been challenged (probably) by @nerdyfangirl08​ to answer soooome questions!

Rules: Tag 9 followers you want to get to know better

Name: *message me if you want to know or just message, I like tumblr friendships*

Star Sign: Tauruuuuuuus

Average Hours of Sleep: It’s so different, depends if I found some bellarke fanfic or nah

Lucky Number: I don’t believe that it never worked but I feel cool with 5 and 15

Last Thing I Googled: the 100 s01e13 - needed for some gif *devil laugher*

Favorite Fictional Character: BELL AND CLARKE ARE MY LIVES

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Grey shirt and black skirt

When did you start this blog: Wish I could remember certain date but I don’t, probably between episode 7 and 8 of season 4 airing

Number of Followers: 104 slayin badasses

What Do I Post: Pretty gifsets from all of the series I watch (description) and funny posts and everything that deserves to be spread

Do I Get A Lot of Asks: Nope (*in await for more*)

Why Did I Choose This URL: My previous one sucked and I saw such a cool nickname for Clarke in memes and I though it would fit as much to my blog and Clarke, as to the funny way I spread stuff (hope it is)

Andddd who do I tag:

@chancellor-reyes

@pansexuallbellamy

@em-ori

@cupcakeblake

@bl-ake

@xxcomanderhedaxx

@bellarke-alikomlovekru

@pendragaryen

@thapnbkrsnowvibe

Idk, I just like your posts/talked to you once,twice or more/see your cool tags/want to know you better, why not? :))

AND @nerdyfangirl08 I WOULD TAG YOU TOO BUT YKNOW

[mosylufanfic]

trashywestallen replied to your photoset “thapnbkrsnowvibe: This ™ Look ↳ [13/?]”

what episode was this? they look like they had sex the night before and she told them they could only be friends.

This was the second episode of Season Three, where Cisco was furious at Barry over Dante’s death (and Barry was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ), and Caitlin spent most of the episode silently checking in with Cisco and trying to figure out what she could say or do to comfort him.

[treacheuryouswhore]

i was tagged by @briarsrosie (thank you!!)

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: single

Favorite color: grey, purple, and blue

Lipstick or chapstick: chapstick but somedays lipstick too

Last song you listened to: everyday from hsm2 its a good ass song

Last movie you watched: princess bride its my favorite

Top 3 characters: cisco ramon, iris west, regina mills

Top 3 ships: barriscowest, swan queen, and ima say cynco

Books you are currently reading: thats funny lol

i tag: @thapnbkrsnowvibe @vanillaroselatte @soft-corazon @danteramon @flashforyou @galaxyiris @harrrisonwells @strivia @superlegendcynco

[treacheuryouswhore]

I was tagged by @asexualcas to post my home screen, lockscreen, last song I listened to, and last selfie I took(I just got back from hanging out with my brother and his girlfriend at the movies)

I tag: @thapnbkrsnowvibe @raredelightfulloveoak @strivia @swimming-in-a-fanta-sea @littlerockangel123 and anyone else that wants to do this (you dont have to if you don’t want)

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I was tagged by @ciscoscaitlin 💕

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people.

Nickname(s): Di

Gender: Female

Sign: Cancer

Height: 1m60

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Birthday: June 26th

Favorite Bands: I'm a kpop fan, you don't want me to start this lmao (NB: EXO are my main kings though)

Favorite Solo Artists: Beyoncé, MJ, Bruno Mars, Ed Sheeran & Justin Timberlake

Song stuck in my head: Rewrite The Stars from The Greatest Showman

Last movie I watched: Snowhite and the huntsman

Last show I watched: Runaways

When did I create this blog: 5 years ago?

What do I post: DCTV, Marvel/DC, Kpop, lots of things

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Last book I read: We should all be feminists

3 Favourite Fandoms: Hell no; I despise fandoms with everything in me

[I tag: @. thapnbkrsnowvibe my only friend, lol jks eh I don’t wanna bother people so if you want to do it go ahead 😂😂] big mood let me just re tag you lmao; no but as usual I don't like bothering people either so, yeah

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