Cuties

you and all your friends are disgusting cockroaches and have disgusting OCs.

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Insultes-F, amateur and lacks of flavor

Knowledges-F+, Lacks self-awareness and I don't even have ocs

Overall: Worst anon to date- F-

I could create an OC in 10 minutes and they'd be more interesting than yours as a collective😋💕

and then I nutted

“can you take it?” 10/10

“you can take it.” 11/10

“fucking take it.” ♾️/10

and i know people mean well when they give employment advice but god damn some of them its like "did you try submitting your resume to a place that is hiring" fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no kidding. shit. ive just been printing them out and eating them. yeah thanks i'll try that

Putting a penis pump on my finger so my finger gets bigger so I can touch things better

Since this ‘anon’ is trying to play this game, let me also offer up this (as we know she will read this).

(Hope this is okay…)

It’s easy to prove that Bre died, if she did, because you can just block out sensitive info on a death certificate. Not hard. You can edit photos. Cross out last name, anything about location, pretty easy. And it wouldn’t “reveal” anything

Bre has released her photo publicly- so like… She has already released a decent chunk of info. So Like, that’s another easy thing to do. Send a photo of the news article (which probably would have her photo) as there would be something on it by the way- just block out any information on news station, location, last name.

You can protect Bre’s identity with official proof and still make it clear that this actually happened… If it did. None of us believe it did, but you have the means to prove it.

We all just know you have no proof other anon/Bre.

(Also, autopsy photos don’t get released publicly… Ever. That ain’t an excuse regardless lol)

Period

Azzi Speech

THE WAR IS OVER 💖

i'll peel all your tangerines ★ mark lee.

tags. fluff, drabble. childhood friends to lovers. 390 words.

inspired by when life gives you tangerines. i also imagined this mark while writing...

"oh my god, you follow me everywhere!"

from elementary school, all the way to university — mark lee follows you everywhere. it started with playing in the same sandbox. now you're both adults in university, yet he's still here. always.

"wanted to have lunch with you," he says. you could even hear the pout in his tone.

"you're such a loser."

you sigh, shutting your book and placing it on the grass beside you. you're sitting behind the ncit library building, where maple trees veil over every spot. you lean against the branch, mark mirroring your action. he's still pouting.

still, he unwraps two bento boxes — of course, he brought two. well aware of your skipping-lunch-tendency. mark picks the shrimps off your box only to peel them and place them back into yours. he then peels a tangerine, popping one slice into your mouth.

with your mouth full you utter,

"are you going to follow me until i'm all grey and wrinkly?"

"if you'd let me."

oh. you couldn't stop your eyes that trail towards his lips, gaze lingering. a hue of pink spreads across your cheeks, to which mark takes notice.

"why are you all red?"

you pat your cheeks with your hands, "i'm always this red!"

"no you're not."

he inches towards you, bringing a palm towards your forehead. "are you getting sick? is your dorm room too cold?"

immediately, you shake your head, avoiding eye contact. but mark isn't mark if he doesn't constantly worry about you.

"what's wrong, yn?"

"i..." you mutter. "wanna kiss you..."

ahhhh. mark's blinking, processing your words. shame fills you, as you mentally curse yourself for saying the words out loud. now the poor guy in front of you is short-circuiting.

"you don't have to —"

mark's lips crashes against yours. it's clumsy, nervous, and it tastes like tangerines. but you kiss back anyway, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.

it's perfect. he's perfect.

when you pull away, his eyes are glazed over, affection swimming in his brown hues. he caresses your cheeks with the tenderness only he's ever given you.

"this is so stupid but," he whispers, "i'll peel all your tangerines until we're grey and wrinkly. if you'd let me."

you chuckle,

"and i'll eat them all."

one thing to know about me is that i am a girl who likes to reblog

i feel like crocodiles are the animals most likely to enjoy a porch beer