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yeah yeah yeah whatever. yeah whatever. yeah

Outis-centered crackfic treated seriously where she assembles an ikea bed with some sinners (for. whatever reasons) and thinks about her wife and their olive tree bed back at home in the process.

you should be able to go swimming in regular ass clothes and if someone says anything abt it you should be able to kill them

The asks inspired me a tad to indulge, aha.

i want to wash his hair. softly working in the shampoo onto his scalp, fingers massaging the sensitive skin, gentle to not tug on the warmly coloured locks by mistake. i want to do it so lovingly, careful to not let it trickle down into his eyes lest he be discomfited. I want to kiss his forehead after; soft, bare lips pressed against clean skin, the bitter taste of soap; far from a favourite and yet so saccharine on my tongue from being on him. i want to dry his hair gently, pressing it with a towel to absorb the excess water. i want to be gentle with him. i want softness, not only for myself but for the one i love.

i want to bath him. not with ulterior intentions or to use his body as a muse for personal desires; but for the sake of innocent care. he is a competent man. he can clean himself. but i want to bath him anyway; i want it foamy, fragrant. i want the water pleasantly warm. i want to take my time with his back, the sore muscles of his limbs. scrub the dirt and sweat and blood from his freckled skin. i want to lessen his responsibilities and give him a home to always look forward to return to.

and after we’re done, i’ll make dinner to keep him warm, lest he get sick. he would never get sick. he is stronger than that. i’d proudly ensure his health to be able to fight off any such ailment. i’d make sure he have plenty of meat, fish, fruit, vegetables, dairy. everything to maintain his warrior strength. and yet, in spite of such careful consideration, a good wife would find herself fretting over his health anyway, and that is exactly what i’ll do.

I SENT IT FUCK

my talnt is being gregbant

art

first post ever woeee

my day be so fine

then boom. markoth

sometimes I think about yuno and I'm like yeah sometimes I relate but I also can't take risky actions because I'm afraid

but maybe I'll get better at taking risks and I'll be okay with that

DUDEIM

handed in the wrong version of my essay and just edited my submission 3 hours later because my friend noticed I cant breathe

Wat is wrong with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee i want friends but im sooo bad at making them and keeping them AND IVE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THISSSSDS like my track record of being bad at friendship goes back as far as i can remember it’s just who i ammmand I WANNA DIEEEEEE LOLLLL hi

they need to fucking put me down i can not survive like this

Joel going to the line and then they challenge the foul so he has to waddle back to the bench is so funny, like they really tricked his bitch ass and pried him from his safe place

guys i dmed TWO ppl today im such a big boy