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#Rose <3 speaks
rafeslittleangel · 2 months
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Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.
"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"
He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.
"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"
His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.
"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"
You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.
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violentdevotion · 10 months
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rose tyler hated her shitty job, wore £1 mascara, charity shop sweatpants, boxed hair bleach, couldn't keep her room clean, hated rich people, was called a slag by the queen, constantly chat shit about her mum, slapped a guy that made her mum cry, astonished herself when she could do maths, 19 year old runaway, and the most beautiful woman on my tv 2005 - 2006
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attempt to return to normalcy
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queeruma · 8 months
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so i tried my hand at a text post meme....
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the1trueanon · 1 year
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@nonomives just your normal typical Victorian couple, out for a stroll :3 (please click for better quality 😅)
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skitskatdacat63 · 5 months
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2010 Bahrain Grand Prix - Fernando Alonso
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accirax · 6 months
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and finally, here are the last two prompts of DRDTtober 2023! thank you to @librariansrose and @mikmiho for organizing the event, and to all of you for leaving such nice comments on my comics :) i haven't done a -tober event since, like... 2017? so, it was a fun-yet-definitely-time-consuming exercise to try it again.
although there isn't a given prompt for halloween day itself, i still have something drdt related planned to close out the month (assuming i finish it in time... :|) so, stay tuned for that!
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gooolabatooo · 3 months
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This is art for the story “The Case of the Potential Suitor” by LittleFluffyClouds Ao3 for the When the Rose Speaks it’s Name Sherlock Holmes Anthology!
You can check out their blog @whentherosespeaks. This is a non-profit project, Returns from sales will be donated to AKT, a UK charity benefiting LGBTQIA+ youth.
Image Description: Lestrade is sharply dressed, he has his hair combed back, and has an aura of flowers surrounding him. Watson and Holmes on the other hand are in their shirtsleeves, no vest, sweaty and stinky. Lestarde is blushing, tugging on his lapels, Holmes is running to his room excited to get dressed, while Watson is confused, maybe a bit surprised.
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jaksalot · 1 year
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What if....you were Nana Shimura’s grandkid
So let’s say in this little au of mine, reader is Nana’s youngest grandchild. You’re a teenager again, and you’re at UA. Here’s how I think it would go. 
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Toshinori laid one eye on you and instantly had a seizure, panic attack, and flashbacks
He’d def train you(make sure you’re prepared for the real world) 
Drive you to school, pick up mcdonalds on the way there, and let you hang in the warm teachers lounge
He’d call Gran every two or three minutes, gushing about how great you were
He regretted this after Gran wanted to meet you himself
Fearing the worst he was ready to spring into action the minute Gran wanted to fight you
But, surprisingly, Gran was very calm and sweet to you
Ngl Toshi would get kinda jealous of your relationship with Gran
Since you’re parents died(thanks Tomura) i’m kinda thinking you’d live in this orphanage or even have your own apartment
When Toshinori found out
Hell opened up
He bought you this giant penthouse
(which you were a little overwhelmed)
paid for an uber every morning and afternoon
it got to the point where Gran had to tell him how this wasn’t necessary 
So you stayed with Gran
Kicked this man’s ass every hour of the day
“Yo Gran-I know its four in the morning-I have school”
or
“Gran, i threw up...”
He’s very hard on you
in a loving way
Toshinori is the doting “father”, thinking that you could never do anything wrong
While Gran is the strict “uncle/grandpa” that forces you to actually clean your room
Any sport you’re interested in?
Wham Bam thank you Ma’am you have five different trainers provided by Toshinori
Not interested in Sports, wanna do something intellectual with smarts and stuff
Put you into any class you want 
They have accidentally called you Nana many times
You can’t blame them!
You have her heroic eyes and passion for those who can’t help themselves
Bless their hearts when you tell them you’re in the hero class
Poor old men 
Their hearts burst every time they see you on the battle field
You’re bloody
You’re shaking
You probably have multiple broken bones
And they watching in total fear and chaos
You’re in your third year when they find out about your family past
And that just makes them a little more protective
Especially for your dates
Mirio/Amajiki/Nejire whoever
doesn’t matter
they cannot be trusted
You love them but
They need to chill
Toshinori(since he cannot sit still for two seconds) probably will become your secretary or mentor when you’re a hero
He also deals with reporters and the papparazi 
Has blackmailed every news/papparazzi station in Japan
That’s all I have for now. I am working on a Kirishima x child of AFO/dragon reader and Midoryia x #3 hero that was raised like Hawks(his age tho).
Requests are always open so don’t be shy!
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juustalexx · 7 months
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Find Your Fortune 🌹
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sighonaraa · 2 days
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it is finals season and i am #struggling but i will every so often click into my the sun is only a God if you learn to starve doc and gaze fondly at the words there. so! here's a bit from the upcoming chapter 2!!
“Hey, hey, hey!” Coach Lasso hollers from the sidelines, through cupped palms, all cheerful exuberance. The coaches usually let these little games tire themselves out before starting real practice, but either Coach Lasso is being uncharacteristically impatient today, or they’ve noticed the sudden stillness out here in the middle of the pitch. “How ’bout y’all make like Paul McCartney and come on to me, yeah?” “Ooh, deep cut,” says Coach Beard. He isn’t hollering through cupped palms, yet somehow Sam can hear him just as clearly. Perhaps it’s the firmly crossed arms. They lend a certain air of confidence, which is really the root of projection. “Shouldn’t it be come on over to me?” says Colin once they’ve jogged close enough to talk at normal volumes, crossed-arms-notwithstanding. “To be all grammatical, like.” “Quit trying to be smart,” says Isaac. “Well, now, I s’pose it should be,” Coach Lasso acknowledges. “I’ll file that away for next time, Colin, thank you muchly. All right! Who’s ready to take some ball and kick some name?” Nobody says anything. Sam’s not sure about the rest of them, but he’s waiting on tenterhooks for Jamie’s familiar drawl to pipe up from the back. That ain’t a real thing people can do, Coach. The words hold such a well-worn place in his mind that he almost imagines he can conjure them into being through sheer force of will—like a magic spell, cast across the hollow echo of Jamie that’s been wandering around in place of the real one. Bring him back, please. Please, erase the blood and the shadows and the monster. Take it all away and leave my friend behind. There must be a way to do it.
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rafeslittleangel · 2 months
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One night only...right?
In which you and Natasha are on a mission and lose all communication from Shield, forcing you to stay at a motel.
Warnings: Smut, tribbing, fingering, edging, mommy kink, oral f receiving, slight mentions of injury
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18+ mdni
"All clear" 
Nat whispers, pressing the earpiece to hear your response. 
"They're heading your way, Romanoff. I see thermal signatures of three." You mumble, looking at the small screen attached to your sleeve. "Stay on comms. I'll come in when you need me to."
Natasha smirks, her eyes flitting to the entrance of the room, waiting for the incoming. Rubbing her lips together, almost hungrily, she mutters...
"I'd like to make you come in other ways sweetheart."
You blush furiously, so glad Natasha couldn't see you right now. Before you could even respond, you heard the voice of the one and only Nick Fury, who was sitting back at base, guiding you through the mission. Your mission was to take down agents from a small organization that had recently popped out of nowhere, following the Hydra framework and belief that SHIELD and the Avengers knew all too well. They were on a mission to recover important information from an old hydra facility. Your job was to get your hands on it first.
"Focus on the mission, Romanoff; you can go back to your y/n fantasies later."
Fury's voice rings in your ears, bringing you back to reality. 
"Oh, I'm sure she wasn't, uh, fantasizing about me. Just an offhand comment, right?" You whispered unsurely, laughing nervously.
"Oh angel, I was doing much more than just fantasizing."
Normally you would blush and laugh it off, completely oblivious (maybe a little aware) of Natasha's advances, but you saw a flickering movement on your screen that made you squint, zooming in on the building schematics.
"Nat on your right, you have incoming through entrance four. I count 2, one armed, one strapped."
You widened your eyes, making sure you were looking at the signatures properly.
"Strapped to a bomb vest, Natasha, do not engage!" You yelled into the mouthpiece frantically, sprinting towards the room she was in. You neared entrance four, kicking down the other guy while you gingerly approached the human bomb, threatening to blow at any second.
"Romanoff, we need to evacuate. Where are you!?" You utter desperately, watching as the bomb vest turns red hot and the man dressed in it grins maniacally.
"Right behind you," Natasha knocks out a man who had gone unnoticed and was right behind you, peering at his figure on the ground. You hadn't even realized that someone was behind, let alone someone who was probably planning to blow you up. Natasha wraps her arm around your waist urgently, looking at the live bomb.
"Run"
You both sped across the hallways, her protective hold on your body tightening with every turn. You didn't slow down as you ran out of the facility, not looking back once.
"GET DOWN!"
Natasha screamed, pushing you to the ground and covering your body with hers. You heard a loud reverberation that echoed for so long that it felt like hours.
A few more minutes passed before she let up. You rolled around on your back, looking up at her tiredly to see a shit-eating grin on her face.
"This is not how I imagined we'd be when we laid down together for the first time."
At this, you giggled, looking away. She offered you a hand, and you took it, your hair bouncing as you got up.
You reached to tap your earpiece, wanting to let Fury know you're both safe. You pressed it, only to hear static. You took it out and groaned to see that it was broken. You looked toward Natasha to see her having the same luck. The vibrations from the explosion and the frantic escape must have damaged it. You sighed and looked around.
"Where's our ride? Do we go back to base?"
Natasha looks at you guiltily. "Well..." You widen your eyes, shooting her a wary glance.
"Nat...."
"I was supposed to call for the quintjet through comms. We have no forms of communication left to call Fury."
"Wh-UGH what about the bike?"
She looks around, examining every nook and corner of the destroyed facility and the grounds around it. "It blew up". You groaned, looking away from her, dread filling your heart. You had never been stranded before. You were a young avenger, comparatively new one. You bit your lip and surveyed the ground underneath you.
Natasha looks at you sympathetically. "We can't go back y/n. This just got way more serious than it should be. We need that intel, whoever it's with. And we need to find out why they would blow up their own facility. What were they hiding in here?" She thought out loud. "We'll have to camp out here for a few. Even if we had a means of transportation or communication, we would have to stay to figure this out."
You nod reluctantly. Friend or not, Natasha was still your senior. You looked into the pitch black sky. "Where do we start?"
She lets out a laugh, looking you over. "I might be tough on you hon, but I'm not a monster. We're gonna get some rest, recuperate and prepare, starting with stitching that ugly cut up."
Natasha brings her hand to your cheek, a borderline concerned look on her face. You tensed up. You hadn't even realized you were hurt.
She gently traced the pad of her thumb below the lacerated skin, her eyebrows pinched together. You observe her face, which was practically glowing, even in the darkness of the night. She blinked, as if put out of a trance when she notices you staring. She withdraws her hand, almost hesitantly (you notice) and cleare her throat.
"Uh...l-let's go look for a motel to spend the night at huh?" You caught a glance of the faint blush that spread on her cheeks, right before she turned away, walking quickly. You stood there, dumbfounded.
Natasha fucking Romanoff was...nervous?
You shook your head, laughing softly. "Wait for me!" You rushed behind Natasha, who was practically speed walking by now.
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You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wrapped up in a towel. You'd just gotten out of the shower, the gash on your cheek pulsing. You winced, letting out a few yelps of pain as you a attempted to put a measly bandaid on it. You hear three loud knocks an you jump, your knuckle hitting the cut.
"Fuck!" You screamed. Hearing the noise, Natasha barged in, gun in her hand.
"Are you okay?" She asked, eyes suddenly fixated on the towel hugging your body.
"I was until you knocked on the door, making me hit my cheek!" You huffed out, annoyed. Natasha chuckled and put her gun down.
"I just wanted to ask if you need help sweetheart. And apparently, you do.." She peered at the bandaid on your face. "You don't put bandaids on cuts like that sweetheart."
You looked at yourself in the mirror, then at Nat, suddenly feeling so stupid as you look down at the first aid kit in your hands.
"I-I didn't have anything else..."
Natasha smiles, caressing your side gently. "You'll need stitches princess." She takes out her own first aid kit, finding the sterilized needle and thread she kept.
"Will you get on the counter for me sweetheart?"
Natasha was taller than you, so it made sense for you to sit on the counter so that she could stitch you up more easily. You felt your cheeks get hot at her choice of words but get on the counter anyway, clutching your towel as it ridea up your legs.
She starts working on the cheek carefully and gently, inserting herself between your legs. You screw your eyes shut at the pain, needing something to hold on to as you grip her thigh, digging your nails into her flesh. She let out words of appreciation, hating to see you in pain.
"Almost done princess, just hang on..."
She whispers, doing the last stitch, finally cutting up the thread to look at you.
"All done sweetheart, you can open your eyes now."
You let go of a breath you didnt realize you were holding, as you turn to look in the mirror, inspecting your cheek. You look at Nat in the mirror, who was already looking at you. You felt your throat go dry as you looked into her eyes.
"T-thank you..." You stuttered out, looking back at her. She smiled and put the things back in the first aid kid, not moving away as her thigh rested dangerously close to your almost exposed pussy. You felt Natasha's gaze burn into you as she traced your inner thighs with her fingers.
"Can I kiss you?"
She whispered, lips inches away from yours. You nodded slowly, lost in her eyes. She didn't waste a second to crash her lips onto yours, hands funding your lower back. You let go of the towel loosely wrapping your torso, the fuzzy cloth dropping to reveal your body as you kept your hands on her neck to pull her closer.
Natasha stops, eyes relishing every nook and corner of your naked body as she looks you up and down.
"Sweetheart..." She whisper, completely entranced, bringing her thumb to stroke your soft nipple, playing with it until it becomes a small hard nub. A rush of euphoria hits you and you whimper, your hands finding her waist.
She looks up at your face and smiles, delighted to see your head thrown back, eyes screwed shut. She brings her mouth to your other nipple, licking and sucking it harshly, dragging a real, loud moan out of your throat.
Natasha pressed herself closer to your core, your legs involuntarily wrapping around her waist. She picks you up, carrying you out of the bathroom and to the medium-sized bed, which was the best that the run-down roadside motel you were at could offer. She gently placed you on the matress, looking at you hungrily as she spread your legs. She knelt down, her thumb reaching your clit, gauging you for a reaction. You bit your lip, whimpering and looking down at her as she pressed her thumb on the bundle of nerves, bringing her teeth down to graze the sensitive bud.
You were soaked by now, squirming and begging for some kind of friction as Natasha carelessly traced her fingers on the work of art between your legs.
"M-Mommy please!"
You whimpered out, bucking your hips towarda her fingers. All movement stopped as she looked up at you, a mocking pout on her lips.
"Please what sweetheart? Use your pretty words angel, can't get everything by begging and whining can you?"
You moaned, your hand reaching down to rub your clit. "Need you s-so bad." Natasha shoves your hand away from your clit, delivering a slap to your pussy. You cry out, your hole tightening around nothing.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" She asks, reaching up to pinch your nipple.
"Answer me." She brought her hand down on your pussy again, smirking as you hiss in pain.
"I-I'm sorry-" You mumble, closing your eyea and biring your lip. Natasha lights taps your cheek, gesturing for you to look at her.
"Sorry what?"
"I'm sorry m-mommy!" You choke out as Nat plays with your clit. She smiles and takes your pretty bud in between her lips, sucking on it while forcing your legs open, even as you struggle to close them from the sensations. You gasp when her tongue enters your wet hole, eagerly lapping up your juices.
You thrust your pelvis into her face, causing her to hold you down as she aggressively licks your pussy like it was her last meal. Your hands reach to her scalp, stroking and pulling her red hair as the knot in your abdomen threatens to unravel.
You moan with pleasure, eyes falling shut when you shudder, so wo close-
"Fuck!" You cry out, tortured swollen pussy pulsing as Nat looks up at you, your arousal dripping down her chin.
"No...no why'd you stop!?" You sniffle, tears in your eyes.
Natasha licks her lips, bringing her face down to kiss your neck, biting and sucking so hard it left a large purple mark. You gasped, nails digging into her hips.
"Well you haven't been the best girl for mommy... didn't think you deserved a release." She whispers, rolling both your nipples betwen her fingers. You shudder with pleasure running down your torso.
"I'll be better...I-I promise I'll be better...Please Na-mommy!" Your best, puppy dog, princess face was on, playing at Natasha's heartstrings but she was not that easy. She settled onto the bed, gesturing for you to come towards her.
"C'mere sweetheart..." She whispered, arms out as you crawled towards her. She takes off her shirt and jeans, left in a red lingerie that could make anyone salivate at the sight. She scooped you up, laying you down in front of her. She spread your legs, blowing air to your core, watching as more arousal leaks through your hole.
"Aw sweetheart... baby's eager isn't she?" She whiapered out, eyes fixated to your insanely wet swollen cunt. You nodded and whimpered, nails digging into the matress of the bed.
She teased you, slowly sliding in one finger as she looks at your pretty face, whines falling out of your mouth. She keeps the finger inside, unmoving, looking at your eyes shut at just one.
"My princess can take another can't she?"
You nod eagerly, thrusting your bottom further down the finger. Natasha puts her hand on your jaw, pressing harshly.
"Didn't I ask you to use your words sweetheart?" She whisper, threatening to pull out the first. You babble, trying to find your speech.
"Another one m-ma please..." You bite your lip, anxious for friction.
Nat joins her index finger with her middle finger, finally starting to move them, thrusting them into you. She curled her fingers inside, grazing the squelchy, spongy spot inside that made you moan and shut your eyes.
She was breathing heavily, touching herself over the thin material of the panties, seeing your little hole get so stretched by just two fingers. Without warning, she slid another one in, making you gasp and hold her wrist.
She slapped your hand away, thrusting her fingers harder, pulling down her own, soaked through underwear. She felt your pussy clench around her fingers and she withdrawed them completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out, having yet aanother orgasm ripped away from you. The desperation was short lasting however, as Natasha pulled you to her lap, thrusting her bud onto yours, placing your wet and slippery pussy on hers.
She moaned loudly, her grip on your ass tightening as she made you grind into her pussy. You squealed as she flipped you over, rolling her hips into yours, rubbing herself on you without a break. Squelching noises filled the room as your slick coated pussy caressed against hers, your orgasm threatening to burst for the third time that night.
"Come on princess, I know you're close, gonna cum for me huh? Gonne show me who made you feel this well?"
With that, you reached your climax, your pussy pouring out everything it had, Nat's hands supporting your convulsing body as she herself let go, feeling her orgasm. You blacked out for what it felt like was seconds, but when you woke up, you saw that Natasha had already cleaned you up, her shirt on your torso. She stroked your hair, sitting beside you.
She kissed your cheek, seeing you wake up and smiled. You rubbed your eyes.
"W-what happened?" You whispered, snuggling closer into her chest. She laughed and pulled you closer.
"You squirted sweetheart. What a pretty sight it was too..." She whispered, drawing patterns on your thighs.
"Go to sleep angel, you've had a long day."
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multicolour-ink · 3 months
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Really praying that Amy makes a debut in either the Knuckles show or Sonic Movie 3.
As much as the writers have stated that they like Rouge more, I find that very insulting towards Amy Rose as a character.
Amy is one of the original four. She's been in the franchise since the classic era. Having her just not in the movie verse feels wrong.
Plus, out of all the female characters they thought would be great to debut first they chose Rouge? Really?!
Look, I get it, SM3 is going to tell Shadow's story, and Rouge plays a pretty significant role in SA2...
But Amy is more perfect to debut! A pink, sweet, female character you can market to girls and carries a Thor hammer? Yes please! 👍
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jennrypan · 21 days
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Scourge, mumbling under his breath- staring at Amy: God, I fuckin want you so bad..
Amy: Huh? Did you say something?
Scourge: Shit-! Uh..I said..I..fuckin..hate my dad..?
Amy, blinking before she gives him a sympathic look: Oh-! That's okay!
-Later-
Scourge: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! WHY DID I SAY THAT?
Manic, trying so hard not to laugh, patting his back: Its..it's gonna be okay, man-
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libraryleopard · 6 months
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Young adult historical fantasy inspired by Jewish history, religion, and folklore
An angel and a demon immigrate from a small shtetl in Poland to America, encountering supernatural and human threats along the way
Character-focused story about friendship, community, exploitation, immigration, and love
Jewish cast of characters including an agender main character (the angel) and a human lesbian girl
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So I was doing research for school and we had to look up an animal and I was like “Oh I have a tumble mutual by the name Bunny so I’ll do bunnies.”
and what I’ve realised is that they are both stupidly dumb and stupidly cute. Oh and they stick their tongues out half the time.
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It’s like taking something cute and making it cuter😭😭
…..Rose do you stick your tongues out like a bunny?
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