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mr-iskender · 3 hours
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April will start well 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿
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mr-iskender · 5 hours
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mr-iskender · 7 hours
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mr-iskender · 7 hours
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it’s official 🐻
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mr-iskender · 7 hours
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no people come together quite as fast as ao3 readers when the site is down
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mr-iskender · 13 hours
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Pick a Player: Letter Dice - Adam Mcquaid
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mr-iskender · 15 hours
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the most infuriating thing about personal growth is that even if someone else did have the answer you needed and conveyed it to you in a precise and effective matter, it won't make sense until you're ready for it. you could hear it every day of your life and it wouldn't matter a fucking bit until it finally clicks. there's very little you can do to influence when that happens, either
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mr-iskender · 15 hours
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fanfiction is like. here's a piece of my soul! here's the parts of me i didn't know what else to do with! i wrapped them up in something i love in an attempt to understand my own feelings and morals and maybe the whole world. hope you like it.
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mr-iskender · 19 hours
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mr-iskender · 19 hours
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one of my greatest pet peeves in fiction, and it is truly stupid I know, is that no one seems to understand how genuinely hard it is to kill someone via stabbing. stab wounds have a mortality rate of like 5%. especially abdominal stabbing. tv shows and movies show dudes getting stabbed one time in the lower abdomen with a tiny knife and then they fall over. like what did he die of precisely. that man died of Small Knife
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mr-iskender · 20 hours
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Devrim Erbil (Turkish, 1937), Istanbul, 1984. Oil on canvas, 116 × 89 cm.
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mr-iskender · 20 hours
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(via battlefly-blog)
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AHHHHHH BOWL CUT, NOOOOOOO
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mr-iskender · 20 hours
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mr-iskender · 20 hours
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A character, usually very reserved and self-contained, has their filter/self-control eroded by fever or illness or bloodloss or exposure and starts pleading and clinging to their companions for the comfort and contact they've craved all along but never before dared to openly express- which shocks their friends who had never realised cuddles and caresses were something the incapacitated character wanted and are heartbroken to think they've been depriving them of them; they hesitantly but wholeheartedly oblige with all the warm contact they can provide.
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mr-iskender · 20 hours
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anyway,. back to your usual queue'd posts.
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mr-iskender · 21 hours
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strap is such a beautiful noble and sexy word meanwhile dildo sounds like the name of an italian clown 😭
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