My Mercy

GUYS I SERIOUSLY CANNOT STOP EATING. Help me. Please, please, PLEASE. Give me tips on how to curb cravings or what to eat, something, anything. I don’t want to p*rge, but at this point, I might have to. :///

guys I just want to TAKE CARE OF HIM, I just want to take care of him. I just wanna come home to him.

wait guys i don’t like who i’m becoming.

LOVE.

Just a lil blurb about Robins first time kissing you

Your feet kick against Robin’s under her blanket and she recoils at their icy touch. 

It makes you giggle, the sound muffled slightly by the pillow your cheek is smushed into, the same pillow Robin is resting on. 

Her cheeks are dusted pink, making her freckles all the more endearing along with her glassy blue eyes. Her hair is mused over the pillow, it had been carefully styled before the party at Steve’s but now it’s a collection of cowlicks and knotty strands. 

She kicks you back, hitting your calf in revenge. She curls her foot around the muscle, bringing your legs closer to hers. 

“Are you cold? She asks. You nod although really, after how much you drank, you can’t tell if your cold or not.  

Her legs wrap around yours and every meeting point feels electric. Her calf in between yours, her thighs pressing into yours. 

Her skin is soft as a peach, and the vanilla and cinnamon body lotion she uses only makes her more appealing. You can feel the slight prickle of her leg hair starting to grow back in and your mind wanders like it always does, to how the rest of her skin would feel. 

She draws back your attention by squeezing your hand. Your fingers had been entwined for half the night. Drunk best friends, that was all it was. 

Only your other best friends don’t make your pulse race. You don’t avert your gaze from Steve when he reaches up and exposes his stomach from fear of drooling. You don’t look at Nancy while talking and lose your entire train of thought. 

There’s certainly no one else you would want to be wound around in bed, noses almost brushing as you whisper secrets to each other. 

Robin’s thumb rubs your wrist, bumping against the friendship bracelet she made you when she was bored one shift. The threads are tattered and the colour is blanched because you refuse to take it off. 

She must feel how quickly your heart is racing, as her thumb presses into your pulse. How can she not notice what she does to you? Time spent with anyone but her feels wasted. You only come to every one of Steve’s get-togethers because Robin is also always there. 

Last week you spent an hour carefully painting each of her nails. You savoured rubbing in the hand cream you insisted she needed for the full spa day experience. Your fingers traced every ridge, vein and wrinkle, because you had to make sure it was all soaked in. 

You feel her breath against your chin as she blinks up at you, her responses are slow from the shots you had both done earlier. Some of her lashes are sticking together to make a triangle. You reach your pinky out and brush them apart, making her eyes flutter shut. 

“Tell me another secret?” You whisper. 

It’s your favourite game, swapping secrets. You feel yourself growing closer to Robin with every secret she spills. You know it’s silly, but you also hope that one day the secret-spilling from her lips will be that she likes you. 

Her freckled cheeks grow warmer, her nose turning a rosy colour. You know that means this secret is going to be good. She nuzzles further into the pillow and consequently closer to you. 

She whispers her secret to you, voice so low that if you hadn’t been staring at her lips, watching how they moved to form each word, you wouldn’t have been able to piece together what she said. 

“I’ve never been kissed”

It startles you so much that you go to sit up, but your tangled legs don’t co-operate so you end up falling back down. Your shared pillow puffs up and the rush of air makes Robin’s hair fly up and then float back down again. 

Your wide eyes stare into hers. For once you don’t get lost contemplating them because it’s just so unbelievable a secret to be true. “You can’t lie,” You insist, shaking your head and jostling hers from its resting place. 

She pulls herself up on her elbows, drawing her legs out from around yours and you immediately regret your words. “I’m not lying” She huffs. 

“What about-”

“No one. I’ve kissed no one,” Her fingers grip the comforter tight, she tries to move away from you but you pull her back down. Her back hits the mattress, causing the bed to bounce slightly, her arms falling back down to her sides. 

You crawl on top of her, holding yourself up on your forearms as you hover over her. The shots have made you bold it seems. You lean in, and for a second Robin thinks you might kiss her, just to make her a liar. 

Robins’s eyes close, but all she feels is your breath against her lips. 

“I don’t believe it” You whisper.

She cocks one eye open and then the other when she sees you’re not leaning in further, just waiting for some kind of explanation. One she doesn’t particularly feel like supplying you with. “Why? Because I’m 20 and it’s just too pathetic?”

You shake your head, shushing her with a finger to her lips. Your arm feels like it’s been zapped. Just the side of your finger touching her lips makes your body shiver, you can’t imagine how it would feel to touch her more intimately. You don’t think your body could physically cope.

“You’re just so beautiful Robbie, I mean look at you,” Your finger lifts from her lips, replaced by your thumb. Her breathing hitches and you decide to take it as a good sign rather than a bad one. 

“Your lips are made for kissing, they’re so pink,” Your thumb moves to push down against her bottom lip, “ and so soft”  Your thumb traces her top lip now, dragging back and forth, “and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a cupid’s bow so perfect” 

Robins’s face is scarlet now, you can see it even in the glow of an orange-hued lamp. 

She gulps, her hand coming up to fist at your flimsy pyjama top. She can feel the frantic beating of your heart through the shirt. It’s what encourages her next decision.. “If my lips are so perfect, why aren’t you kissing them?”

You don’t hesitate as you press your lips to hers. 

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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

Intro !

✧˚ · . Hi guys ! So I just wanted to make a little introduction, since I’ve gotten a few more mutuals recently!

✧˚ · . I’m Abby! But you can call me Ab or Abigail, which ever you prefer.

✧˚ · . I’m an Aquarius sun, Pisces rising, Capricorn moon ! My birthday is February 13 ! I’m an intp!

✧˚ · . Some of my favorite artists are Greta Van Fleet, Ethel Cain, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Adrienne Lenker, Lana Del Rey, The Cure, The Smiths, Phoebe Bridgers, Jeff Buckley, and so so many more.

~ I love fashion, especially vintage fashion.

~ I play the bass guitar.

~ Some of my favorite movies are Lady Bird, Uptown Girls, The Holdovers, Fantastic Mr. Fox, What We Do in the Shadows, and Lisa Frankenstein.

~ Please comment some things about yourself or just anything ! <3

~ Also I am vey open to movie, show, and music recommendations !!

Is it just me or do I wanna get this man pregnant?!?!!??

Also I took these pictures, what??

I forgot to mention happy late birthday sorry this is the wrong day!!!

No it’s okay, thank you!! 😇💗💗

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

my head is whirling thinking about kissing robin

she’s a clumsy kisser, at first. her nose bumps into yours more often than not and her hands are squishing your face rather than cupping it and sometimes, when she’s trying to press you against the door or her bed or the counter, she slips and you get a flash of teeth on your bottom lip that is like a shock of electricity through your bones, startling and graceless. but it’s nice, because she kisses you like she’s hungry for it, passion burning behind her tongue, lashes fluttering on your cheekbones. you feel wanted. she makes you feel important and desired, the way she whines and nibbles and fumbles cluelessly with the buttons on your shirt so she can trail those fire kisses down onto your chest, suck them into your collarbone ; your neck.

she gets better at it, though, through practice. less messy, but always filled with love. she learns she likes kissing slow, too, limbs tangled together underneath the duvet when the sun is peaking in through the blinds and the birds are only just waking up, singing sweet in the way that makes this all feel like a fairytale or a dream, a figment of her imagination . except it’s not— because she can feel your heartbeat against her chest, the reassuring ba-dum, ba-dum, that sets the pace for the lazy, rhythmless kiss she’s giving you, left hand underneath your head and curled into your hair, angling your mouth just right, right hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it’s still bleary with sleep but it is gentle, comforting, the kind of kiss you wish for on stars.

she adores those in passing kisses too. the ones she presses to your cheek when she’s in a rush to get to work, because she slept through her alarm and steve’s honking at her in the drive-way, probably pissed that he’s going to have to forgoe his morning coffee to get the both of them there on time. how, it’s never quite enough— because she’s a girl with a heart made for loving, so she’ll turn on her heel to give you a couple more, a peck on the brow, your nose, your lips (in that order) just for good measure. how she’ll blow you a kiss goodbye and how she ends up daydreaming about how you caught it and held it close to your chest, chuckling as steve emerged to drag her away from the collar because she was really considering going back just for one more, because you’re so cute it makes her impervious to good judgement.

robin decides, the best kind of kisses are the ones you smile into , though. the quick, feather light ones that she dishes to you one after the other, rapid fire, as you giggle at her and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she spins you around and tells you that she loves you, over and over again, because she does. she likes the way your eyes crinkle shut and your nose scrunches and you gasp in excitement and surprise— it tugs so much at her heartstrings she thinks you could pull her heart right out of her chest if you wanted, because it is yours for the taking.