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hi! i’m maddie. 25. writer. (prev. snoopyracing)

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hi lily my love!! this is actually two sentences i couldn't help myself

It’s Max and Lucas on their high school graduation day, big smiles on both of their faces as they hold up their diplomas, and sandwiched between them is Steve with an equally big smile on his face. The longer you look at it the more it makes your chest tighten in such a complicated way that you don’t know if what you’re feeling is sadness, regret, loss, or a combination of all three.

i think this might be more than six sentences lol

It’s a blistering cold January night when Roy Tillman’s first born son arrives, three days past his due date, all pale and pruny, not even making a sound, nothing like what a Tillman boy should be– and so he blesses him with the only name deemed fit for him. 

Gator. 

Roy had already made a snide remark about how his son was already clinging to his mother too much by wanting to stay in her womb an extra three days. It only took one look at what should have been another Roy Tillman to bless the family lineage for him to know that his 6lb 8 ounce baby was not worthy of being named Roy. He was slimy and scaly, bugged eyes staring back at him, the only cry he let out was when the doctor slapped him on the ass much to Linda’s dismay. Roy figured his son resembled more of a reptile than his flesh and blood. Surely his wife had been unfaithful and even if she hadn’t– this was clearly an act of God punishing him rather than blessing him. 

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hi christina!! :)

There’s a tense energy that fills the light tan interior of the car, yet no one has spoken a word since Max told Steve to head to the trailer park. The impending doom that hangs above both Max’s and your own head is ever so prevalent and it’s a race against a clock that no on really has the ability to look at — except you in some fucked up capacity— and that makes the doom and despair only amplify within the tight confinements of Steve’s BMW.

I’m pure nosey and I need to know……. Also I love your writing girlie 🫶🏻

hi chloe!! thank you so much :')

The absolute gall of this guy. In what world would you show up forty five minutes late to a date, claim that this was basically a waste of your time, and then browse the menu like you two were going to be romantically sharing a piece of cheesecake later.