Me Starting They Both Die At The End

me starting they both die at the end

OKAY IM FINALLY BACK INTO WRITING YOUR REQUESTS. darlings, i’ve updated my masterlist and the characters i write for so here we go again, SORRY FOR TAKING LITERAL MONTHS !!!

could you write something about Chico (deadly class) maybe anguish where the f! reader feels insecure about Maria (Chico and she are just acquaintances, not like in the movie) then f! reader moves away from Chico and starts to get together with the rats being part of the Soto Vatos cartel (I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME VERY WELL) after that Chico at night goes to his girlfriend's room, the reader, to clarify things because he feels fucking in need of his attention, he misses her.

English is not my first language, sorry :((

i'm really really sorry but chico isn't included in the list of the characters i write for, only marcus is. your english was alright, though, and the idea was really good, but i won't do it because chico isn't a character i feel comfortable writing. check my list of fandoms i'm in and characters i write for here to request !!

You've got to have a brass set of ovaries to be white practicing hoodoo and Vodou

If you were A REAL witch (born and raised) you would KNOW that type of shit does NOT BELONG to you. I mean, damn, even witches who have been practicing for years that weren't born and raised as witches and wiccan know better than that.

What disgusts me the most is that it is literally impossible to play ignorant to the fact that it is an african american (black) practice. How do you practice something without knowing the history? So you know damn well you shouldn't be doing it and you're doing it anyway? It's not illegal but it's not right either. If I see it any social media platform I'm calling you out.

Also, don't none of you come at me for this either. Its not my fault that you're so desperate to find yourself and so desperate for a sense of belonging that you decided to just insert yourself in something you don't belong doing.

Who the fuck does that shit? Weirdos.

Don't let this post fool you though. I am very open-minded, empathetic, and I have the ability to understand people from all walks of life. I am probably the nicest fucking person ever but Sorry sweetie I can't let you walk around thinking you're fucking "magical" and cool when you're barking up the WRONG fucking tree. 😐🤦‍♀️

wow.

surfer!stu macher x gn!reader mini blurbs

CONTENT: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns used), very brief sexual + drug references, stu isn’t a safe driver at all

↪ surfer!stu’s room, hair and car all smell of surf wax. you’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve stuck your hand into his hair after a day in the water, and he’s coated over sea salt with the product. ‘ew stu, what is that?’ he sticks his hair up into a ridiculously vertical look. ‘you like?’ you frown, and he pouts with a hand held firmly against his heart.

↪ he has a pickup truck he describes as “shitty”, but his frame of reference is completely messed up. his parents stopped letting him drive their sports car after he crashed it (measures only got this drastic after the third prosecuted incident). his board doesn’t fit well in the bed of the truck, but stu does his best to reassure you. ‘no babe, it’ll be fine.’ he turns to check, somewhat unsure of his own statement. ‘no one’s stupid enough to run into this. gonna hurt them more than it’ll hurt me.’ you bite your tongue on his long list of accidents, most his family were able to get him out of repercussions for.   

↪ you rub aloe vera into his back when he comes back burnt, which is every time he goes. he winces and whimpers. ‘stop being a baby,’ you chastise. ‘i’m not,’ he whines with a less than convincing pitch. ‘if you just sunscreened, this wouldn’t happen.’ ‘didn’t have time. the waves were too good. you should’ve seen them, babe. picture perfect. just like you.’ his cheesy grin distracts you from your concern, for better or worse. 

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Honestly any batkid at some stage: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Batkid: *punches wall*

Batkid:

Batkid: Take me to the hospital