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๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’š๐ŸŽ„merry chirstmas!!! ๐ŸŽ„๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’
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im feeling particularly horny rn, so how about arlecchino with a daddy, breeding and size kink all at once ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€
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i'm sure you've already indulged in plenty of this in spicychat, but here we go ๐Ÿ˜
หšโ‚Š๐“†ฉเผบ ๐–†๐–—๐–‘๐–Š๐–ˆ๐–ˆ๐–๐–Ž๐–“๐–” ๐–™๐–๐–”๐–š๐–Œ๐–๐–™๐–˜ เผป๐“†ชโ‚Šหš
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dom!transfem arlecchino x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem arle, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, asphyxiation, thigh riding
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arlecchino pinned your wrists to the bed with her left hand, leaving her right completely free. she peered down at you with slightly narrowed eyes, bright red x's drawing you in as you look up at her so sweetly.
"you're so fragile, aren't you?" she says it as if she's speaking to herself, a revelation she wants to confirm. she grips your wrists a little tighter. "delicate."
you squirm around a little when she delays what you want, whining up at her. "arlecchino ple-"
in the blink of an eye, her hand wrapped around your throat, turning your words into a soft, breathy gasp. "what did you call me?"
she loosens her grip just enough to hear you say, "sorry, daddy," and she nods, sliding her hand away.
"mind yourself, sweet girl." she warns you, her hand instead teasing your chest now as she drags her finger across your nipple. her eyes focus as she draws patterns across your chest, sharp nails leaving little lines in their wake.
her hand moves between your legs now, the other still firmly holding your wrists as she swipes two fingers across your slit. the brief motion makes you pant, squirming for more. she brings her fingers up, looking at the sheen of your slick on her digits.
"please, daddy, more?" you beg her, eyes looking so pitiful that she can't find it in her to deny you any longer.
she picks your smaller frame up, reversing your positions so she's sitting and you're resting on her lap. she drops you onto her clothed thigh, your bare cunt instantly spreading slick onto her pants.
you grab onto her shoulders instinctively, tucking your head into her shoulder as you grind your hips into her muscle. her thighs were always so firm (exactly what she trained them for, you aren't quite sure).
she tugs your head back. "look at me while you ride my thigh." she orders, gripping your jaw and watching you nod, pathetically humping her leg faster.
her eyes trail down, watching your little cunt leave slick behind as you desperately try to please both you and her. she can hear you mumbling to yourself, gasping and whining when you get close.
"can i? can i, please? please?" you begin to beg her, fingers digging into her shoulders, causing her to grunt.
"go on."
you cum with an arch of your back, crying when her hands move your hips for you, helping you ride out your orgasm until you're leaning on her limply.
"thank you... so good... thank you, daddy." you whisper and she pulls you away.
"we're not done yet, sweet girl." she cups your hips, pulling you up to grind against her bulge instead as you moan.
you look up at her for permission, and she gives you the look back, allowing you to slide down and unbutton her pants, pulling them just enough to have her cock spring up and hit your cheek.
it never fails to leave you breathless, wondering how such a thing would ever fit inside of you. she grasps her base, hissing through her teeth. "you're overthinking again. i'll make it fit; i always do."
she pulls you up, a hand cupping your cunt and eliciting a squeal from you, collecting the copious amount of slick you've released. she slides it into her own cock, thumb rubbing into her tip as she grunts.
once she's stroked herself to full hardness, she pulls you over her lap again, making you kneel while her tip hovers below your entrance.
you cry out when she pushes you down onto her dick, slowly stretching you out. your hands scramble to take purchase, clawing at her jacket at the slight sting.
the way you flutter around her makes her grunt, eyes closing as she leans in and kisses your neck, ensuring you take her all the way to the base.
"you can take it." she assures you lowly, sliding you down to take the last inch before allowing you a moment to adjust. you feel so tight around her, she wants to breed her pretty toy right now.
she cups your hips now, pulling you up and down her cock at her pace. you feel so light in her arms, so easy to maneuver however she wants. you're like her little doll, aren't you? doing anything to please her and be pleased.
"daddy! feels good-" you whimper into her ear and she moans softly, pulling you down at the same time her hips snap up just to hear you squeal.
"doing so well for me, doll." she tells you, kissing your cheek and fucking you harder. "do you want me to fill you up?"
the question makes your head pop up and you nod rapidly, suddenly pulling her head to you with shaky hands while she fucks you. "you- you will?"
she can swear her own heart flutters when she sees how eager you are for her, and she nods, slamming you onto her while you pull her in for a kiss. her tongue slides over yours, drinking up your moans while she bounces you shallowly as if you're a toy for her.
she pulls you closer, letting you grind your clit on the soft patch of hair over her cock, hearing you moan against her mouth while you tighten up around her.
"cum for me." she tells you softly, almost uncharacteristically as you release around her, feeling her slide as deep as she can, fucking you faster to reach her high.
and then, true to her word, she fills you up. it leaks out of you quickly that she immediately lays you down, propping your hips up with her cock still in you to plug you up. "don't waste a single drop, sweet girl." she kisses you deeply, feeling you snuggle into her chest.
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carcinogenical ยท 7 months
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13 more scenes to go ๐Ÿšฌ.... I'm going to bed ๐Ÿ›Œ
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my-fancy-hat ยท 2 months
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Most romance novels follows an scheme of what love should it goes, how people have to meet and follow a certain path and archetypes to correctly fall in or out of love, that what's makes this kind of stories predictable and boring to some people, but what about love that evolves? love that exists despite the desire for romance/selfishness? what about friendship? family? what if we choose to love ourselves too? to love the path we choose? I think that what Ao no Flag is majoritary about, romance as we know in a love triangle it's just the surface the tip of the iceberg of what this story is about, series of choices where we pray for them to make us happy, to make our loved ones happy, because we want to be brave about the things we love.
The four cour characters are put in one of the most troublesome and chaotic times of every person who had access to the system education can experience: final year of high-school, the deadline between childhood and adulthood, to accept reality on how it approaches us, the fear of rejection and failure of what we are of what we do. Many people incluided me had wished to have been more wise, more patient, more accepting yet strong about our chosen path, and that's what Ichinose, Touma and Futaba had to learn and eventually guided them toward their happy end. Not just that, but the experience many queer people had to endure avoiding the social suicide of showing to the world who we are, this ilustrated with Touma and Masumi's characters, and (subtly yet quite importantly) Ichinose. How can I exists in their world if I live like this? will my parents accept me? they will still think about me as someone successful and worth of their last name? will they disown me? hate me? will my best friend who I am in love with reject me in disgust? It's so easy and understandable to succumb to a hatred that you think you deserve, because at the time it was less painful to play along lying to your loved ones about this secret than "revealing the truth", they deserved to know yet you failed, and this loneliness is what you get. If this is how the enviorment wants you to feel, then isn't it expected that the individual would desire for freedom of it? that's what Touma wished for his future to be, not concrete answer more than to exists without regrets.
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The desire for romance can be rightfully observed by its selfish nature, to own the right, the demand for them to love us back, but it can be the exercise to accept ourselves as well. Touma wanted to show Taichi his heart without fears, despite if he would love him back or not, in doing so, he would be walking toward the ideal happiness he dreamed of. To openly love is the call for the indifferent cruel world to see in us the desire for goodness, that in this place can exists kindness too.: Touma most than anything, wanted for Ichinose and (by extention) Futaba, to be happy, to share their 1000+ points of best friend power and make everyone happy. That is, the core of love, to wish the best for your dears, and see them smile.
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But accepting and not to, can be actually be the same. Masumi had to constantly fight with herself, with the inavility to change what she can't, to live with the fabricated idea of what she is supposed to be and what she is supposed to do, and what other people would react about it. That's why that, even if I have my reservations about her ending, I find it really meta for Masumi end to end up in a het marriage, making us conclude that at some point she gave up on Futaba, but paradoxically, accepted herself and her reality by coming out as bi. Us readers expected and rotted for her to confess to her crush and end up in similar terms like Touma and Taichi did, but this ending make us putting the lesson she learned though her character arc into practice: what people may think or not about our decisions, is their problem, not ours. Life can be so treacky and unfair, but no matter the circunstances, we can still find and make our place. We deserve it.
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A friend or a lover, what is the difference if you just want to share our happiness with them?
That's how you humanize your characters, by expossing through them the good, the bad and the absurd, to tell a story in each how the circunstances molds them, but to oppose what damage us is quite a brave thing to do, even if it's our own mind, and that's what Futaba character speaks to me. The desire for wanting to change, to (once again) accept and not-to-accept. She's a weakling, clumsy girl loaded on self-hatred for her unability to live just as the others do. The fear of have reached your maximum potential and there's nothing else for you to do about it, that you born to live like this for the rest of your life. But she sees in Touma an example of hard work and due to her admiration (mistaked at first for a crush), wants to prove herself that life can be something else. To break our self-stablished limits and see what's beyond, to surpass your limits and try to understand what scares you. To be confident enough to think you have the right to live too. Failure reafims the truth that you are better off muted; what bother trying if it will end up in misery anyways? but the beauty of humankind is the unbeatable hope that things will change, to not give up, and without noticing, we'll feel blessed for have born in this time, in this place.
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This as a result inspires Taichi's way of viewing life without him realizing too, just as how Touma's pure-lover heart expeled his sincere feelings ever since they started talking again, to the point to even sacrifice his leg and career for Ichinose: How can I exists and make it up for such people like you? what can I do? It's easy to fill your heart with resentment for the things you couldn't live, to feel prideful as consolation for a lonely life you didn't choose, as the left overs. But what we think makes what we are, if you keep on your days thinking you exists for the things you believe you deserve, to live in the imaginary unbreakable rules you made for yourself, then nothing will change. Touma, Futaba and Masumi changed Taichi's life forever, in the driving force of his spirit to pursue a better version of himself, to live driven by the desire for freedom, for love, and not care of what other people may see this choices.
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That's why I think the final chapter is such a piece of art that makes the pay off so satisfying. What tortured him when Touma confessed wasn't that his best friend was gay, or that he lied to him about the nature of their friendship (he didn't): it was the though of losing him, so he chose both options at the end (if the analogy can't be more in the face). But as Yorkie said, it part of the course of life to most likely break up with your first gf, more less if they go to different universities, so them going their separate ways wasn't a surprise, but what made me happy about it that they still ended up in good terms and respected each other deeply for what they lived together. The surprise though comes from the actual realize of which POV we're following at the end, that reveals that Taichi had become Touma's husband. This is where I think Ichinose teach to the audience the lesson he learned from his former classmates, where he reaches for Touma above the lines that divides panels, to reach his husband's hand, the hand he shouldn't hold, and walk together toward home: he surpassed his own limits, his barriers and knew where his happiness lied.
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A lot of queer people had *the realization* in their 20s (me included as nb), finally giving an explanation of all our past behaviour. I know before-hand most people got shocked for Ichinose to get reveal as bisexual, but isn't the story already gave us an idea this would happen eventually? when Futaba and Ichinose confess to each other, it's Touma's (and Masumi's) heartbreak that it's on spotlight overlaying their conversation, how Taichi and Touma hand-holding is such a central element for the story telling (literally it ends with them holding hands), and much more? Even Futaba suspected it before himself realized years later.
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(it happened twice that when Taichi thinks about Touma what crosses his mind is his well-build chest/cleavage area like, ok)
But what makes the different between friendship and love? can a boy and a girl be friends? can a gay boy have male friends? can I be friends of someone I love and viseversa? can I forgive and maitain what we have? The only certainty I have right now, in this moment, is that I love you so much. I'm so happy to have meet you.
This got too long so to grap my final thoughs and make myself more loose right at the end, I'm so happy for have read this story FULL BLIND OMG I was so conviced that no one would end up together lol the only thing I knew of it is that it talked about queer drama and, textually: "had the ending it deserves". It genuinely made my perspective on some things change for the better. I actually loved so much how this story handles with such maturity a pretty much easy-target for comedy and bitter angst (bury your gays) the premise of "bff is gay and in love with the main character since they were kids". Not only that, but not picking sides of "who deserves who" taking leads between Touma vs Futaba, is quite refreshing for the genre: it humanize and treats fairly each member of the cast, giving proper space for them to explain themselves (worth mentioning Mami I loved her character so much you have no idea). Most of the drama in romance comes from missunderstandings or the lack of dialogue, when everything can be solved if the characters can actually sit and talk their feelings and thoughts out! and Ao no Flag is a masterclass on this manner. The explanation, exposition and introspection of every character struggle, the script, monologues, are so compelling and to the bone, I can't choose which interaction of the cast is my favorite. The pay-off is spectacular because we can actually follow each person train of thoughts and choices in which these end up in, with the faith that this path will make themselves and his loved ones happy, because even if we aren't certain about anything we do, we'll still find meaning in the absudity of destiny (or the lack of it?).
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tagged: see it on @crsentfairy blog <33
Share a random line of text from your current WIP or a line or two of dialogue from one of your characters. Do not give any explanation or context, and see what your followers think. Then, tag a few friends to keep the randomness going!
"Why do I have to be here, here with so many voices and so much noises, why do I have to be the one in this crowded room?"
โ€” Zephyra Demetriova, from Nowhere and Everywhere.
tagging: @machinegrl @wldestluv-rs @veone @elderwisp @raiiny-bay @blackskorpi0n @faestelle @hazelsnakes @lilacmaze & anyone that see this ๐ŸŒžโš˜ feel free to ignore the tag <3
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" Daisuke, look what I got~. " Holding and presenting a small, box-shaped object, Sirin shows off a movie -- a horror movie. A devious little smirk grows on her face and she even tilts the movie left and right for emphasis sake.
" Something like this would be best served with popcorn and other snacks late at night. What do you say? Wanna watch it with me? " Can he stomach the horror..? (she can't. she's a big baby. but she thinks it'll be fun)
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... movie tickets ? he can make out the title even from the distance between his eyes and her hands : it's one of the newest ones , promising a once-in-a-lifetime level thrill and top grade special effects . as soon as the surprise of it has worn off , daisuke's expression can't help but retain some gentle worry and concern .
' sirin , did you ... like horror ? i mean , i hear this one's really scary . are you going to be okay ? ' even with the way she's grinning at him and fanning those tickets like he should be whining and shaking , terrified out of his wits and clinging to her , he's still blankly asking something like this ! after all , he couldn't quite recall whether or not he had ever seen sirin show a deep interest in far more hardcore horror like this , and with his own life already filled with near-fatal moments , genuine blood and even violent , supernatural curses that he himself had to confront and tame ...
well , unlike wiz , who certainly wouldn't have been able to go five minutes without tearfully squeaking and frantically hopping away , the niwa would be able to remain ( perhaps all too shockingly given his usual nature , ) completely , unflappably calm . once upon a time he might have fret over something like sharing popcorn and their hands brushing , or abruptly stood up and ran away to the bathroom using terror as an excuse to hide his transformations --- but right now , he could only imagine them being close , close enough to lean heads onto shoulders and hold hands in the cool , safe dark of the theater .
a small smile sets across his lips as daisuke lastly nods at her --- really , if it was being able to spend time with sirin , then anything would have been amazing . ' it sounds great ... ! since you got the tickets , let me pay for the snacks and drinks , okay ? ' ... ( was it too much to hope for a shared dessert at a diner afterwards , too ? )
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YOU CHANGED YOUR URL
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EHEHE FINALLY blocked the girl ( only on this account tho )
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I eated too much. I gonna pass away
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I'm thinking about restarting some puppet projects right now. I had a lil stop motion animation puppet armature done with ONE (1) mouthplate done along with a very rudimentary base for the head and feet. But I have not worked on it for like, a month now, though. I've gotten some different wire and clay that (fingers crossed) will be an improvement from the last time, so I can basically restart the whole thing.
The original idea was Darkness on the Edge of Town era Bruce cause I think his silhouette in that era is magnificent (suit shape along with the way his slacks are cut that go right into the shape of his boots seamlessly). Now I'm thinking of making my other Bruce (era undecided for now, but for sure, young Bruce since I wanna do something with the hair) into the stop motion puppet now.
My other puppet project was a marionette (mix of clay and wood, probably), which I'm now rethinking as well. I think my previous idea of Darkness on the Edge of Town Bruce would go a lot better with the idea of a marionette because he's a lot more dainty than the previous ideas I had for it (literally pro wrestlers LMAO).
Long post, but I like making logs about this stuff cause it's a medium I seldom work with. I've made 3 puppets before (sock, Muppet-type, and glove), and I really enjoy making things outside of illustration and comics since it's a lot less pressure on me to execute it professionally.
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one of my arlecchino hcs that has been living in my mind rent free recently is arle with a prince albert (dick piercing).
honestly just imagine how fucking hot it would be when she penetrates you and the piercing constantly pushes against your cervix. or when you suck her off and your tongue touches the piercing. it makes sex with arlecchino all the more pleasurable for the both of you
- ๐Ÿชฆ leon
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okay, so i know i already answered the other ask, but i'm gonna do it again in a fic this time ๐Ÿคญ
but also consider arle with other piercings ๐Ÿ˜
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arlecchino w/ a dick piercing
dom!transfem arle x sub!fem reader
warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle, dick/tongue piercings, throatfucking, cunnilingus, penetration, dacryphilia, stomach bulge/ size kink, creampie
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she looks down at you from where she sits on her armchair, chin leaning on one of her palms. her thighs are spread, pants already unbuttoned, courtesy of you.
you kneel before her, looking up at her so sweetly, intently focused on the piercing at the tip of her dick. "why are you just staring?" her words snap you out of your trance. "go on." she takes herself by the base, lightly tapping the head on your lips. "open."
it's a one word command, and you follow it like the good girl you are for her. she slides the pierced tip across your tongue, letting you feel the metal as she purposefully teases both herself and you.
you lick at her, causing her to shudder and ease herself down your throat. she laughs dryly at your little choking noises, shushing you and putting her hand at the back of your head. she gently eases you down until your nose touches the soft gray patch of hair on her pelvis.
she watches your hands come up to grip her thighs uselessly, searching for something to hold to stick to reality. she gently pets your head, looking up at the ceiling as your throat constricts around her.
"good fucking girl." she grunts, shallowly fucking your throat while you tear up, trying not to gag. she reaches so deep, too deep, and she loves the way you claw at her pants uselessly.
little tears threaten to spill over and she looks down at you, her hair falling messily into her eyes. "you know i love it when you cry, don't you?" she sighs and you lean into her when her hand comes to wipe away the impending tears.
she moves your head for you, using your throat like her own personal toy, her soft groans increasing in volume the closer she gets.
but before she can cum, she pulls out of your throat, watching you cough, leaning your head onto her thigh as she gently rubs your back.
she fists her swollen cock tightly, not wanting to cum yet. "such a good girl for me, come here." she lifts your chin, tugging you up into her lap.
"trade places with me, okay, sweet girl?" she asks and you nod, taking her spot in her chair while she kneels before you.
she's still wearing her suit, but the way you're entirely exposed has her hardening even more in her own hand. you look so precious in her chair, too cute for your own good.
she spreads your thighs, smirking at the wetness dripping from your cunt as she collects it on her fingers, bringing it to her lips.
you whine, turning away from her shyly. "that's embarrassing." you complain and she laughs, sucking your slick off her fingers. she lets you get a good look at the piercing on her tongue, glinting in the light before her mouth closes again.
"nothing to be embarrassed about." she denies, yanking you closer so that you're half-laying on her chair. her tongue laps over your clit, causing your hips to jerk suddenly when you feel her piercing on your sensitive nerves.
"sorry-"
"don't be sorry. i like it when you're desperate, you're so shameless, go on, use me, sweet girl." she grins almost wickedly, feeling you lightly grind your hips on her tongue.
eventually, she gets tired of your lazy pace, gripping your hips and dragging you over her tongue faster, applying more pressure and running her tongue over the entirety of your cunt.
she lets you feel the piercing running through your folds, a strange but pleasurable sensation, no doubt.
she hears you squeal, gripping onto her chair so tightly, she worries you might rip holes into it. your head slams back into the chair with a soft thud when you cum on her tongue, mind hazy as you ride out your orgasm.
she leans up, kissing you with her lips still coated in your release, moaning at how readily you open your lips for her. such a good little slut, aren't you?
she picks you up, pulling you instead into her lap on the chair, admiring your body on hers. she lifts you up onto your knees, sliding your still sensitive pussy over the pierced tip of her cock.
"mmm can't-" you try to protest and she sighs.
"you can, and you will." she asserts, teasingly pushing the tip against you, feeling you already clenching around her. "relax, sweet girl." she sighs, easing herself into you as you squirm around on her lap.
your hands desperately clutch at her shoulders, creasing the fabric of her neatly pressed suit. once you're settled into her lap, she keeps you there for a moment.
she lets you fully adjust to the feeling of her inside of you, her hand pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach and she lets out a shaky breath when your pussy flutters around her.
she grunts, leaning her head back when you experimentally grind against her abdomen, your clit rubbing deliciously against the patch of hair where you two are connected. she grabs at your hips, slowly easing you up and down.
you whimper for her, squirming around and clenching down on her, only making her speed up her thrusts.
soon enough, she's slamming you up and down her dick, letting you feel the piercing rub up into your g-spot. you're such a noisy little thing, though, whining and crying for her with each thrust.
she feels you cum around her once again, tightening around her and her hips still as she wills herself not to cum inside of you yet. she curses under her breath when you lean on her chest, head on her shoulder as you nuzzle into her neck.
you stay pliant for her, letting her bounce you on her lap until she cums. she would've pulled out, but you're just so cute, and the soft little moans you make when she fills you up are to die for. how could she deny herself that?
once you're both finished, she lets you lay limply against her, soothingly petting a hand down your spine and getting right back to work, letting you stay filled and plugged up on her lap.
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lannisterdaddyissues ยท 1 year
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just realized i donโ€™t have any snacks to eat in my dorm rn except the 3 month old cheesecake bars my roommateโ€™s grandmother madeโ€ฆ guess i will be treating myself to a trip to the hospital tonight โœŒ๏ธ
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kor0kke ยท 2 months
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HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY!1! ๐Ÿ’œ
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It's never too late to celebrate women ๐Ÿ’œ love them in any way :]] ๐Ÿ’
(PRETEND THAT I POSTED THIS ON TIME I AM A DUMBASS AND I FORGOT TO POST AT THE SAME TIME EVERYWHERRE ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿชฆ)
Im mad this is like the third time im wroting tjis ๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”๐Ÿ’”
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cormeliastreet ยท 22 days
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your wife waters flowers ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿ’•โœจ๐ŸŒท
i wanna kill her ๐Ÿ˜ ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿฉธ๐Ÿชฆ๐Ÿฅ€
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