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20 yrs old🏳️‍🌈 Cashapp: $lionking9406 Venmo: Rachel-Moffett-9406
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louwaffles

Nat: So, what do you have to say for yourself?

Y/N: I’m sorry?

Nat: No. 

Y/N: You look good blonde?

Nat: Not even close.

Y/N: Mommy?

Wanda, in the hallway: For the love of–!

My roommate hyped me up, but I asked my poly friends if I could join their relationship. Either way, I’m proud that I had enough courage to even ask.

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softgreengrass

Gone Bad

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Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: You're a SHIELD agent on a mission gone bad.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: blood, getting shot, f!reader

Author's Note: hurt/comfort ig? FLUFF. soft natasha :)

You weren’t sure where exactly you went wrong. You had gotten the mission assignment from Fury, done the required research, made sure you were properly trained, and left quickly. Everything had been going exactly to plan — you snuck in through the roof, incapacitated a few guards, and maneuvered to the underground vault that held the top-secret computer chips you were after. The security system was easy to freeze. The vault was easy to crack.

They say that Gen Z will be the generation to save the world & we’re trying, I swear to all the goddesses that we are. But they drove the last nail in Mother Nature’s coffin & we’re trying to pry the lid open to rescue both her and us all while they scream at us and wrestle us away. Mother Nature screams and begs, we fight to get to her, and they are slowly making progress in carrying her to the grave they dug. We’re trying to save everyone while they continue down the path of self-destruction.

It’s winter break and my friends and I were supposed to get drunk every night through Christmas but they decided to take a night off last night 😭

Getting random followers all of a sudden and not knowing why but then remembering that twitter is a sinking ship

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sandinthepipes

I just love when a fanfic is so very soft that I have to stop reading every three rows and walk around my room for a bit with a hand on my heart while whispering "oh my god they glanced at eachother", because I get too overwhelmed with love and sweetness.

I’m cold and tired and I’ve been working on this essay that’s about a week late but I also have to go shower and get ready for a party that’s not entirely wise (academically) but absolutely necessary (for my mental health)