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marril96 · 1 year
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Chucky 2.08 | Chucky Actually
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yesiscandyskiller · 1 year
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"Wish you a bloody Christmas 🎅🎄"
Commissions open!.
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horrorcrypt12 · 7 months
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Now Watching:
CHUCKY S2.E8 "Chucky Actually"
"Back in Hackensack for the holidays, the 3 Amigos receive a special gift; Tiffany plots her escape"
Summer of Horrors
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deer-trees · 1 year
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Chucky spoilers for s2 bc I need to yell about this or I wont sleep
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Ok first of all REVENGE NICA MY BELOVED. I LOOOVE YOUUUUUU. GO GET TIFFANY. I LOVE U I LOVE U I LOVE U. The bitch inside of me who shipped Sherlock Holmes with James Moriarty in middle school is shrieking with delight abt the potential for a deeply messy horrible problematic gay enemies to lovers cat and mouse type game btwn her and (ONCE AGAIN GOTH MILF) Tiffany where now NICA has the upper hand >:) fucking GET HER ASS.
Very mixed feelings about G.G! I adore them as a doll and they are so very cute and BILLY BOYD and I want to hold them but I miss Lachlan :( they embodied them both so damn well and I'm sad that we wont get any more of them as the twins! Especially since we got so little of Glen on their own at the end, I sort of thought they'd both switch back and forth more equally inside of the doll, and its sweet that theyve merged because I think it means theyre more in tune with each other than they were in Seed, but they never really got to talk a lot of things out as seperate people and I feel like they needed to :( the last words spoken between them as seperate entities was "Dad's dead" from Glenda, Glen didnt even get any lines!! :( however the one good thing that comes from this is all the weak cis bitches who were complaining about how using they/them for one person didn't make sense to them have NO EXCUSE NOW bc TECHNICALLY THERES TWO PEOPLE IN THERE. FUCK YOU.
Also the fact that Nica keeps up with G.G and they call her every week?? G.G has two fucked up moms and one horrible doll dad thank you very much
Also I am still sad abt Nicachucky being dead forever and about Nadine yes I'm aware that happened a few episodes ago, what about it. Idc. :( i will continue to draw nicachuck forever y'all cant stop me. But also. I am gonna be drawing so much Revenge Nica. :)
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duranduratulsa · 1 month
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Now showing on DuranDuranTulsa's Television Showcase 📺...Chucky: Chucky Actually (2022) on amazing blu-ray! #tv #television #horror #chucky #chuckyactually #childsplay #DonMancini #BradDourif #jennifertilly #alexvincent #ChristineElise #zackaryarthur #bjorgvinarnarson #alyviaalynlind #DevonSawa #fionadourif #bellahigginbotham #jordankronis #2020s #bluray #durandurantulsa #durandurantulsastelevisionshowcase
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uspiria · 5 months
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Bride of Chucky (1998) dir. Ronny Yu
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delightfulkingtyphoon · 5 months
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"You look like you seen a ghost"
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Note: I need to improve on drawing backgrounds ✍️
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goryhorroor · 2 years
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horror movies as penguin classics covers
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fourcheeseonrye · 6 months
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i had the worst day ever so here's two mass murderers taking a little nap
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the-carlos-cow-eyes · 2 months
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Chucky/Tangled AU
(( Closed Rp With @barclaysangel <3 ))
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*Prince Julian Wheeler was the first born to King Andy and Queen Nica, with the boy being loved by many throughout the kingdom ever since his birth had been announced. In fact, he was a miracle child, as Queen Nica had gotten sick shortly before he was born. However, she was given a magical healing flower In the form of a stew for her to drink, which saved her life as well as Julian's. But sadly, only a few nights after the prince was born, he was taken away by a mysterious elderly man In the middle of the night and was gone just like that. And since then, the king and queen, as well as the rest of the kingdom, would light lanterns and release them Into the night sky every year on his birthday, hoping that one day, their lost prince would come home*
*It remained this way for the next eighteen years as the prince grew older, with the elderly man keeping him locked away In a far off tower, his hair growing long as It was found out to be the secret to keeping the man young. All It took was a simple song and the boy's hair would grow a bright gold and would not only keep the man young, but could heal any wound he could possibly have. Julian spent most of his days alone as the man he thought was his father, named Charles, would be gone almost the whole day as Julian filled the tower's walls with multiple paintings and sketches as well as did many other tasks throughout his day, such as cooking, cleaning, reading, sewing, and even brushing his extremely long and curly hair to keep him occupied. He did this every day, pretty much like a daily routine, one that he would often find himself getting bored over as Charles had feared him away from ever leaving the tower, saying that the outside world was a dark and dangerous place filled to the brim with horrible and scary people that wanted to harm him*
*So, the prince remained In the tower all day and every day, just taking care of his daily tasks until his so-called father decided to return from whatever expedition he decided to go on for the day. But Julian was particularly excited since his eighteenth birthday was coming up In a couple of days and he was ready to Inform his father on the matter as he painted over a new spot he found In the tower alongside his pet chameleon and only friend, Lydia*
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marril96 · 1 year
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Chucky 2.08 | Chucky Actually
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didderd · 4 months
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i had a sleep paralysis nightmare this morning.
so i decided to make content out of it 👍
but really, sometimes if i'm not feeling well, i daydream about one of the characters i simp really like helping/comforting me.
n this time i started daydreaming about Nightmare comforting me. bc this was the worst sleep paralysis i ever had, and it left me feeling on edge for a bit after waking up. (i don't usually get nightmare-ish sleep paralysis)
n so i decided to make it into a little Nightmare x reader drabble where reader has a sleep paralysis nightmare, based on the one i had this morning.
this goes from horror to fluff real quick lmao. hope yall like it! :>
if you want to skip the sleep paralysis, go straight to the pink sentence!
(tw: sleep paralysis. sleep paralysis demon.)
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You're laying in bed, with half of your vision blocked by the hood of your jacket. All you can see is your bed.
You go to lift your hood.
But you can't move.
But you feel your arms move.
You feel yourself move to grab your hood. As heavy as it may feel, you're sure you did it.
But your hood is still there.
You don't see your hand.
Panic wells up in your stomach. You can't move. You can't see.
Gathering the little strength you have in your groggy state, you try to push yourself into a sitting position.
Again, you feel yourself scoot up the wall behind you.
But you don't see anything change.
Your vision feels frozen.
Closing your eyes, you try again to push your hood up.
When you open them, you can see your hand grabbing your hood.
But your hood is still there. and your hand is frozen in place. even though you feel it at your side again.
It's like your vision is broken.
But closing your eyes helped?
You close your eyes, and attempt to push yourself up again.
Opening your eyes, you think you're sitting up now. at least a little bit.
You close your eyes again and attempt once more to push your hood off your head.
It's off your head. You feel it on your neck.
When you open your eyes, you're laying down and your hood is blocking half your vision.
You try again.
You're sitting up. You can see your room.
You can see your window.
Something passes by your window. A shadowy figure. It looked humanoid, but were those antlers?
You're scared.
It happens again.
Your mother is in the room now. You're trying to ask for help, but she seems confused, and you can't get the words out.
She's standing near the window. Not too close, but you're scared.
Something. someone. appears at the window. but not outside it. They're inside.
Their eyes are wide, and they have an unsettling smile. Something about them seems deeply wrong.
You try to scream, and point at them to alert your mother.
Nothing but air comes out.
When your mother turns around, she only seems more confused. She doesn't see them.
Are you hallucinating?
You see something else in the corner of your eye. A dark figure.
You turn your head to look at it.
... Nightmare?
It's Nightmare. He's standing at the foot of your bed. Looking at you with a calm, yet concerned expression.
You remember you'd been living in his castle for a while now. This is your room in the castle... So why is your mother here?
Looking back, your mother and the unsettling person is gone.
Everything seems clearer. You feel like you can move better.
You look back at Nightmare as he walks closer. "Nightmare?" You spoke. You can speak again.
He stops next to you and places a hand on your head, comfortingly petting your hair. "You are safe. It is only sleep paralysis." His tone is soft, made to comfort you, and it works. You feel some of the fear melt away. You feel protected.
"Sleep paralysis?" You remember what it is, and it makes sense, but you ask anyways.
"Yes." He leans down and places the hand not petting your hair on your chest, just below your collar bones. "You should wake up now."
Everything fades out.
And you open your eyes.
Nightmare is sitting in a chair next to your bed, with a hand on your forehead. He'd pushed the hood off your eyes while you were asleep.
He opens his eye a second after you, and smiles warmly. "There you are."
You blink up at him, but immediately decide not to do that again, as the fear of falling back in runs through you. Instead, you decide to sit up, and Nightmare retreats his hand as you do, looking slightly more concerned, as he likely noticed your fear.
He places the same hand on your back to rub soothingly, and leans a bit closer, using the other to gently guide your chin to look at him. "Don't worry. You are safe.. I'm here." His words are firm, but so gentle.
Your face is warm at how intimate his hand on your chin feels, and his very smooth and handsome voice in your ears, yet it also helps so much to relax you and make you feel safe.
Half to distract from the warmth in your face, even though he's definitely noticed, judging by how his expression turns more smug than concerned, and half out of genuine curiosity, you finally speak. "Um... was that- was that really you in my dream?"
It seems to work to distract him as he answers. Moving his hand from your chin to tuck some hair out of your face as he does so.
"Darling, that wasn't a dream, that was a nightmare." His expression regains a bit of concern for a moment as he pauses, but it's gone before he speaks again. "But yes, that was me. I'd felt your fear as I was passing by your room, and when I came in, I saw that you were having a nightmare, so I decided to lend my aid." His hand had moved from your hair once he was done righting it, and is now resting on the bed, next to your thigh.
"I'm sure you know of my ability to enter and control dreams and nightmares. Sleep paralysis is no different. I was happy to help you out of yours, little shadow." His smile is fond as he raises his hand once more to cup your cheek, and rub his thumb over it, leaning a little closer as he does.
Your cheeks feel warm again, at how close he is, and how gentle his hand is on your cheek. You can't help the urge to lean into his touch, and so you don't even try to fight it, placing your hand over his as you lean into it.
Even though you know you weren't in any real danger, you still feel like he saved you. You're grateful to him. You're not sure how to repay him, but you do know what you so badly want to do in this moment.
Placing your free hand over his collar bone and lightly grip at his sweater, you lean a bit closer to his face, and look down at his mouth. but you stop there and look to the side.
You retreat that bit you'd just leaned in, your face feeling much warmer now. You don't know what you're doing. Maybe your lack of good sleep gave you too much confidence. As if The Guardian of Negativity would want to kiss you. What were you thinkin-
Nightmare chuckles. You look back at him with widened eyes.
His smug expression is mixed with that of fondness... You sometimes forget that he can basically read your mind... Fuck.
You look away again. Your face feels like it's burning.
But you quickly look back when he gets much. much closer. His hand moving from your cheek to the side of your neck, and brushing into the hair on the back of your head, while his other hand slides down your back to the lower half.
He chuckles again, no doubt at how red your face is, and your shocked expression. "Darling, if you thought I wouldn't want to kiss you just as bad as you want to kiss me right now, you'd be sorely mistaken.~" He just about purrs, inches from your mouth.
The hairs on your neck and arms stand as he speaks, and both your hands ball into his sweater over his chest. You didn't think you could get warmer, but you do.
His cheeks are looking a little flushed too as the lid over his socket lowers, and he looks down at your lips, before slowly, and gently closing the gap.
It's a very tender and loving kiss. Not what you were expecting coming from him, but it's amazing.
You lean into it the moment the shock melts away. You feel like you're melting in his arms.
After another long, blissful moment, he pulls away, before picking you up to move you over and make room for him on your bed, and climbs in next to you.
Once he's laid down, he pulls you close again, and combs through your hair, nuzzling your face, before sighing into your cheek, and then kissing it. "You make me soft..."
You're so full of warm feelings right now, it's almost overwhelming, and you hope it's not overwhelming for him. It's all so hard to believe, but seems so genuine. More genuine than you'd ever seen Nightmare. To think he'd let his guard down so much with you.
You almost let out a giddy giggle as you bury your warm face in his sweater, just under his chin, and he wraps his arm tighter around you, using one of his tentacles to pull your blanket over both of you.
As you lay comfortable and warm in his arms, feeling his chest rise and fall against you with his breath, you start to feel yourself falling back to sleep. You forget you even had that nightmare before all this.
The last thing you hear and feel before you're asleep again is Nightmare placing a kiss on the top of your head and speaking, almost in a whisper.
"Goodnight, little shadow."
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wheels-of-despair · 8 months
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Clown Around and Find Out Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is. Contains: A quiet night alone, a bad idea, an Evil Woman secret, excessive cursing, panic, rage, attempted murder, happy ending. Words: 1.8k Note: This takes place in the fall of 1990.
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"She's gonna murder you."
"No, she's not," Eddie grins, admiring his outfit in the mirror.
"Don't you think it's kinda mean?" Jeff asks.
"That's what makes it funny!" Grant insists.
"She is literally going to murder you," Gareth reiterates.
"She is not! It's just a jump-scare, she's gonna know it's me in like a second!"
"You're gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!" Jeff tries again.
"You guys are no fucking fun anymore," Eddie grumbles, picking up the mask he'd found in a clearance bin after Halloween and modified for this very occasion. "I'm outta here."
"It's your funeral, man," Gareth shrugs.
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After a few years of living with Eddie, you learned to appreciate your alone time. You loved him with everything you had, but even (mostly) domesticated, your beloved trash panda was still a lot to handle. So somewhere along the way, a night of band practice for Eddie started to mean a quiet night alone with a book or a "chick movie" for you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoyed these peaceful nights.
However, about a week ago, you and Eddie sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch the new Stephen King miniseries.
IT.
You'd both read the book when it first came out and thought it was awesome.
Seeing it in your living room, on the other hand, was not so awesome.
You hated that fucking clown.
The mile-high forehead. The nose that looked like a blood blister about to pop. The fucking fangs. The whole luring-children-into-the-sewer-and-eating-them thing. Nope, nope, nope.
Eddie had watched the whole thing with fascination. You'd focused your eyes on the dusty little houseplant that lived below the TV whenever that thing was on screen.
And still, it invaded your nightmares.
So tonight, your quiet night alone was something of a nightmare as well. It was so quiet, every little creak echoed through the house.
You put on a movie - an old favorite that calmed your nerves for its duration - but as soon as the soothing whir of the tape rewinding ended with a clunk, the house resumed its creaking. You decided to do some laundry, hoping the washing machine would drown out the little noises that kept making you jump.
You gathered the basket of dirty clothes, hauled it to the laundry room, and began sorting. Still too quiet. You started singing the first song that came to mind to combat the silence as you loaded the washer and poured in the detergent.
When you turned to reach for the cap, you gasped.
There was a fucking clown standing in the doorway. Big forehead. Round nose. Frizzy hair. Ruffled shirt with ridiculously large pom-poms down the front. White gloves.
It's not real. Remember when a cardinal flew past you the other day, and you freaked out because all you saw was a flash of red, and you thought of that fucking clown? It's not real.
And then it fucking moved.
You shrieked and jumped backward, colliding with the wall of your tiny laundry room. There's no fucking way out of here. There are no weapons. If you survive this, you're going everywhere with a machete strapped to you for the rest of your life.
It crosses its arms.
Just like you've seen someone else do on occasion.
"Edward Munson, if you don't have that fucking mask off in 3 seconds, you are in for a WORLD of fucking hurt."
The clown throws up both hands in an exaggerated shrug.
It's just Eddie, right? Fucking with his poor little chicken? He'd laughed after you told him about the first clown nightmare, giving you an "awww" and a patronizing kiss on the forehead. It's just Eddie thinking he's funny. Which he's not. He's really not.
"Eddie, I'm fucking warning you."
But what if it's not him?
It takes a leap toward you.
You grab the handle of the laundry detergent - the big value-sized kind in a jug - and hurl it at the clown with everything you've got.
As if it were traveling in slow motion, you see the blue liquid begin to spill from the spout, somehow spreading in every direction; if you lived through this, you'd probably spend the next week scrubbing laundry detergent from every square inch of this room.
The clown ducks and misses the heavy jug, which hits the wall in the hallway and falls to the floor, but still gets doused in blue. It looks down at the liquid seeping into its stupid ruffly shirt, and you reach for the jug of bleach on the floor.
"You think this is funny, motherfucker?"
The clown holds out one of its gloved hands and takes a step closer, and it fills you with rage. If this is Eddie, you're gonna kill him and bury him in the back yard. If it's NOT Eddie, you're gonna kill it and call the cops. You fling the bleach at it, and this time, it's not quick enough. The clown tries to duck out of the way again, but the bottle makes contact with its side before falling to the ground.
The clown bends over with a grunt, clutching the spot where you hit it. Its massive forehead slowly rises to look at you. All you can see are dark holes where eyes should be. You grab the bottle of fabric softener and send it flying toward the clown's face. Direct hit, and a muffled cry from the clown.
You reach for the iron and grip the handle hard. If you die tonight, at least you're gonna take that ugly-ass motherfucker down with you.
The clown grumbles something from behind the mask, but you can't understand it. It stumbles backward. You raise the iron, wishing it were hot so you could melt this motherfucker's face off.
The white glove starts fumbling with the frizzy red wig, then pulls it off. A familiar mop of brown hair comes into view.
You're relieved for half a second, and then you're back to irate.
"You fucking ASSHOLE! What is WRONG with you?!"
"I thought it would be funny," he winces, standing and rubbing the spot on his side where you'd hit him with the bleach. "When did you get so violent?"
When did you get so violent?? You can feel the rage bubbling over again, and Eddie can see that he's still in danger. You slam the iron down on top of the washer, and he jumps at the sound.
"Okay, woah, I'm sorry," he says, backing toward the door. "I didn't think you'd freak out this bad."
You slowly advance on him, filling with fury.
"Stop. Stop." He holds his still-gloved hands up in surrender. You clench your fists and prepare to strike.
He makes his move a split second before you do.
You pounce, and he escapes. The door slams in your face.
"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MUNSON!"
"I said I was sorry!"
You try the doorknob, but it won't turn. This door locks from the inside. He's holding onto it.
"You really think locking me in here is a good idea?" you seethe.
"You're not locked in."
You smack your hand on the door where you suspect his face is on the other side.
"Hey!" Damn, you're good.
"Let me out."
"Not until you calm down."
"Is it ever a good idea to tell a girl to calm down, Edward?"
A thump comes from the door, as if he's just banged his head against the other side.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would freak you out that bad. You said you had a dream about the clown, and I thought it was cute, then I saw the mask and decided to fix it up and mess with you."
You feel the adrenaline draining from your body at the sound of his stupid voice. You both love and hate this power he has over you.
You sigh and lean your head against the door. "I've been dreaming about it every night," you admit, removing your hand from the knob.
"Every night?"
"Every night."
"Fuck."
You step away from the door and shimmy yourself up onto the dryer, sitting on top with your legs crossed.
"If I open the door, are you gonna murder me?"
"Only time will tell," you deadpan.
The door opens a sliver, and you see puffy red eye staring at you through the crack. He eases it open the rest of the way, but remains in the hallway.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
Your life-or-death rush has faded; you're too tired to shoot him the withering glare he deserves.
He approaches you cautiously, still not entirely convinced that he'll live to see tomorrow.
"Take that stupid shirt off."
He whips it off and throws it over his shoulder. The gloves follow.
"Are you okay?" he asks again.
You sigh, close your eyes, and lean forward. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you.
"I really am sorry," he whispers into your hair.
"I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."
He hums in acknowledgement and holds you tighter. You rest your cheek against his warm chest for a few minutes, replaying the events of tonight. You'd probably be laughing about this in a few years, and telling this story at parties. But for now, you were just glad you hadn't really killed him. You quite liked this idiot. Most of the time.
"Are you okay?" you ask. "Aside from your slow reflexes?"
"Couldn't see shit in that mask."
"Excuses, excuses. Answer the question."
"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "Just like being back in high school and fucking with the jocks. 'Cept your aim's better. And they never cuddled me after they threw shit at me."
Both of your shoulders shake in silent laughter.
When you pulled away and opened your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of blue splatters everywhere. Everywhere. How did one jug even hold that much? How the hell did it get on the ceiling?
"Looks like somebody jerked off a Smurf in here," you observe.
Eddie snorts, which makes you snort, and then you both start laughing. And just like that… everything was okay again.
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Two Days Later
The Corroded Coffin boys put down their instruments and stood together when Eddie's van roared up the driveway, waiting to hear about The Pennywise Incident. He took his time getting his guitar and approaching the garage, then walked right by them without a word. He turned his back and ignored them while he set up his gear.
The trio closed in on him.
"How'd it go, man?" Grant prompted. "Did she freak?"
"Did she make you sleep in the van?" Jeff laughed.
Eddie turned around and took off his sunglasses with an unamused huff, revealing the black eye the fabric softener had given him.
"Told you so," Gareth smirked.
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bizarrescribblez · 6 months
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Thinks about the fact Skwisgaar gets scared easily of horror movies and the fact I love to watch horror movies.. it’s okay babygirl I will protect you
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cult-of-dollbabies · 6 days
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Hey teen Charles almost dresses like Glenda yall notice that
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