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legbootlegit · 2 days
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Cigarette Hats 🚬🎩
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This is how you know smoking isn't cool. Guess what, if you have to put little fashion accessories on cigs to make them attractive, they just aren't really that ill
This video is why social media is dangerous for kids. See how manly and suave these dudes appear? It's just the hats, cigarettes do NOT make you look this good
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And of COURSE there's a cowboy hat and a disgusting red "USA" hat. These are the kinds of people who want you to think inhaling burnt leaves under a dope lid will make you handsome as hell
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Is that a women's hat? Oh heeeck no! It's understandable (albeit wrong and bad) when men do this, but women? Don't fall for it. Putting a dainty, feminine, adorable, objectively pretty, cute, stylish, fashion-forward hat on your cigarette does not
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Probably the most messed up one yet. As if cigarettes can make you look like a fun playful guy AND a dashing sophisticated devil at the same time. As if you'll be the life of all kinds of parties, a real Renaissance man of whimsy and culture, a genious
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kryptokat96 · 2 days
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I will never stop laughing at this, best purchase of 2024.
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redbowkid-27 · 2 days
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Ok so this is actually a true story 🗿
I let my 6 y.o brother explore the internet long ago, and eventually it Didn't go well, theres this shitty add bru and i think my brother accidentally click it
At least he dont understand what the shit his eyes are looking at
Yeah so i draw this 3 months ago or more by that idea
And actually I've post this before but it just cannot sent, bad signal idk, and I literally forget about it
Now after scrolling on ibis paint i found it and here we go
Hope you enjoy this shi bru
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mysharona1987 · 2 years
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This honestly sounds like a very dark comedy skit.
*waves gun around wildly*
“BAN THOSE BOOKS FROM THIS BUILDING! YOU ARE DESTROYING AND INDOCTRINATING OUR KIDS.”
“Sir, we don’t even have those books in our catalogue.”
*awkward pause*
“Oh, We, uh, didn’t check for that.”
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cyber-corp · 9 months
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What is "The Baby Is You"? What did Toby Fox create?
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catofoldstones · 27 days
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we already have people bitching about how “i can’t stand Chani, she’s so annoying 🙄” and “Paul chose Chani to be the mother of his children, Irulan is just at the sidelines eating dust as she should”, like brothers we cannot do this again. We can’t Chani v Irulan our way out of this one because the problem is Paul and the Empire. Gosh, we truly are never getting out of the patriarchy.
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mrslankyman · 2 months
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Failed Mission
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Montague (fortnite) x (fem) reader
-> smut / unsafe sex
-> gun use
->idk shit about guns
->Montague forgot his tripod stand. Maybe your ass would work better
->2k words
(request)
Too bad working for the Society meant going on missions with the most annoying man ever. 
Montague. 
His french accent: annoying 
His outfit: ugly
The way he nitpicks everything: infuriating 
He never wanted to listen to You. He never got the right things on the list for the mission. Always forgetting something. Last time he forgot the sticky bombs. Wonder what he will forget this time. It was just a steak out mission. 
There was a rumor that The Under Ground would be attacking Lavish Lair today. That’s how you found yourself on top of one of the snowy mountains that surrounded the mansion. Montague right next to you. His supplies are back in the Jeep. The two of you were just watching below. Trying to see if anything suspicious or off was going on. 
You both just sat in the snow. You mentally hated it. Back at your mansion there was no snow. You lived closer to Ritzy Rivera. So coldness wasn’t something you cared for. Montague on the other hand? He must be as cold as his heart. 
“Wait.. I see something.. I think it’s that Hope girl Valeria talked about.” He got up spraying snow all over. Some of it landed on you, letting out an annoyed groan when you got up. He walked over with his Sniper Rifle. 
Here we go. 
He loaded it and held up the gun. Until he noticed one thing. 
He had the wrong scope. So aiming to hold it up wasn’t going to happen. He shook too much.
Mistake number two.
He didn’t even bring the tripod.
“What now? Did you forget something again?” Your voice was laced with annoyance already. 
“Yes, in fact I did. I have the wrong scope.” He looked over at you as he spoke. Eyeing you up and down in thought. 
“So? Get the tripod and aim the best you can.” You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. 
“I didn’t bring it.” His voice was lower now. Almost menacing. He was obviously annoyed at you too but he had an idea.
“So what now? I only have my AR that isn’t going to do shit from up here.” You practically yelled at him. He did this too often. 
“I’ll tell you what we're gonna do. Get on your knees.” He demanded pointing near the edge of the cliff. “What the hell, why?” You questioned glaring at him. 
“Just do it, trust me.” He kept pointing at the spot. He was far too strong to deny. He could just shoot you right now if he wanted too. So you listened and groaned as you let your knees sink into the cold snow. You mentally thought of ways to get him back. Maybe on another mission you could dump cold water on him or-
You were cut out of your thoughts when he shoved you down to the ground completely with his foot. Your face shoved into the snow and your arms slid down.
Your back end was arched up, ass in the air. You spit out snow as you lifted up your head. Using your hand to wipe off the snow. “What the fuck is your idea?” You looked back at him as he got on one knee. Laying the barrel of the sniper on your ass.
“Put your head down or i’ll blow it off.” He warned and watched you slowly lower your head.
“Hurry up.” You groaned. What the fuck kind of idea is this. 
Montague on the other hand was having a hard time aiming right. One reason; you were moving too much.
Another?
He was staring at your ass. The position he got you in so easily. You both always got annoyed at each other and got into fights. Yet you both always chose to do missions together despite the hatred. With hatred comes tension. Sometimes the tension feels a little too sexual. 
His eyes wandered from the target below to you to the target.
Once he finally focused in he got a good aim. His hand on the trigger ready to blow this Underground agent's head off you moved.
“Fuck!” He yelled pointing the gun's muzzle at your head. “Stop fucking moving.” He growled as he watched you freeze. You knew his dumb ass would never pull the trigger. But it did scare you slightly. 
“My bad i’m in the freezing fucking snow with an idiot using my ass as a tripod for his fucking gun!” You yelled not even looking at him. Keeping your face forward as you felt the gun move from your head. It was replaced by his hands gripping your hair. He pulled you back to his chest. He dropped his sniper and leaned into your ear. 
“Stop talking back.” His accent slurred most of his words when his voice was this low with anger. His other hand laid on your thigh.
“What are you gonna do if I don’t? Shoot me?” You smirked as him tugging on your hair didn’t make you scared. It makes your mind wander to other things. He was also losing his focus on the mission. His eyes looked down at you, how your lips slightly parted and you looked up at him fully. His hand tangled in your hair. 
“No, I might do something else though.” He warned his eyes were half lidded now. The feeling of you pressed to his chest made him feel things he tried to ignore when around you. Now he was letting those feelings go freely. 
“What is something else, Montague?” Your voice closed in a whisper as you got to his name. If only you knew how that drove him crazy. He could feel himself hardening. Dick straining against his dress pants. 
“You really wanna do this?” His question was almost a whisper as he leaned his head down closer. His stubble looked so much better up closer. His blue and brown eyes looking into yours. The scar made him look menacing despite the blush on his cheeks. 
His frosted tipped hair moved with the motion of the icy wind. 
“Maybe I do.” Your hand moved on top of his hand that was laying on your thigh still. That gave him the answer he needed.
He closed the gap between you two and let his lips engulf yours. All the feelings of anger, annoyance, and sexual tension went into the kiss. All the times you two argued and got into each other's faces now came to a close. Any time you two argue after this it is surely going to end the same way this mission is going to end. 
His hand moved yours off his as he slid it further down to the inside of your thigh. His hand in your hair pulling your head back further. He didn’t really like his angle of kissing. He wanted to grab your face and shove his tongue into your mouth. 
Despite that desire he kept you in this position. 
You pulled away from him and gasped slightly. He went to lean back in wanting, no needing more of you. He wanted your lips back on his. He actually wanted them all over his body. 
“It’s too cold for this.” You sighed, you could feel his hard dick against your ass. Or was it his belt? Either way it was extremely hard. 
“Why not?” He practically begged. His voice was still low but it had a desperate array to it. He wanted you now. He didn’t wanna wait. 
“Let’s go to the Jeep.. come on. Je veux te baiser.” He cooed in your ear his french accent even more prominent as he spoke in his native tongue. “What does that mean?” You asked, laughing slightly.
He got closer to ear his hot breath tickling your neck. 
“I want to fuck you.” His voice was so low and husky you could feel yourself throbbing. 
“Then take me to the Jeep.” You whispered back and without a second thought he had lifted you up and was trudging through the snow to the Jeep. You littered his neck with wet sloppy kisses before he laid you down in the back seat. You scooted to the other seat as he crawled in. He leaned up to the passenger seat and grabbed the lever. Shoving it all the way to the front to give himself more room. 
He loomed over you and smirked. “I want you on my lap now.” He growled and sat back in the seat. You crawled up to sit on his lap. He spread his legs out a little more. His diamond belt buckle really added to his outfit. 
You leaned closer and kissed him. His medallion hitting your chest as you got closer. He kissed back. His plump lips moved with yours in such a needy fashion. He wanted you so badly. He wanted to fuck you so hard you’d forget about any other man who ever pleased you. 
He pushed you back and took a breath. You took this pause to unbuckle his belt. Undoing his dress pants and just pulling out his dick from his boxers. You didn’t bother pulling his pants down. You just pushed the flaps of his pants to the side and his belt. He helped you slide off your pants quickly and underwear. He stared at you before leaning his head back against the headrest of the seat. 
He grabbed your hips and lifted you over his perked up dick. “You ready?” He asked as he slid one hand down to line himself up with your entrance. 
You nodded and slid down on him. You bit your lip holding back your moan. Montague on the other hand? He let his moan echo in the car. He didn’t hold back on the noises. He hadn’t fucked someone in so long. 
He was too busy keeping the Society in order. He loved how your pussy tightened around his dick. This feeling was better than any successful heist he had ever been on. Money made him have a happy feeling but this pussy made him want to live. 
He wanted to wake up every day knowing he could fuck you when ever you wanted. 
He wanted to please you instead of annoy you. 
He made a mental note to forget the tripod again.
“Montague..” You let his name slip out of your mouth in a high pitch moan. He grunted and slurred out random words or phrases in french. You didn’t understand them but you assumed they were good. 
He held you still by the hips and slammed his dick up in you. Letting his hips go up and down ramming his dick into you. You both let out moans of pleasure. He slid one of his gloved hands down and used his thumb to make slow circle motions around your clit. 
“Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..” You squealed as you felt yourself coming undone with each thrush of his dick. He groaned in agreement and grabbed your face with his free hand. Slamming his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He moaned as he felt you cum on his dick. His motions became sloppy and he moved in and out at different paces. You watched his face scrunch up in pleasure and a low “oh fuck” came out of him before he pulled out and came on his vest. 
Good thing he had 500 others.
He looked you in the eyes as you both calmed down from your highs.
“Oscar can defend himself.” He chuckled and pulled you back to him.
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i don’t trust this man
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violentisopod · 2 months
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I made this dumbass “comic” because why not ehhhahahahahahhgagagagjvajchcv
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Ignore how bad it looks just laugh at it pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease-
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rosewaterandivy · 17 days
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summary: as far as dinners go, it could’ve been worse.
pairing: e.m. x eldest harrington!reader
w.c.: 990
warnings: accidental pregnancy, attempted bribery, reader a sophomore at Yale, eddie is 20
“So, Munson,” Mr. Harrington says, voice straining at politeness, “Ever heard of condoms?”
Steve chokes on his water as his eyes cut to you. Rolling your lips between your teeth, you hold your tongue despite wanting to do the exact opposite. Eddie cautions you with a quick glance, oddly reassuring.
“I hardly think that appropriate—“
“If you’re old enough to use them, then you're old enough to discuss the consequences, isn’t that right, dear?”
And for all your mother’s effort, she merely shrugs as if to say what can you do? She takes another sip of her wine.
“Dad, you said you’d be polite.” You remind him, spearing a brussel sprout with a particular fury.
“I’m being perfectly nice,” He says icily, “I haven’t even threatened him yet.”
“C’mon,” Steve says, trying for levity. “We can be civil.”
“Of course,” Your father scoffs. “Civil. It’s civil of me to invite you into my home, to dine with the trailer trash that dared laid hands on my—“
“She’s not yours,” Eddie cuts in, a mirthless laugh propelling the words from his mouth. He’s getting impatient, the pull of his upper lip just enough to give him a slight snarl. “She’s not some pawn for you to maneuver across the board anymore, Harrington.” Eddie’s eyes dart to you, calm and collected. “Hasn’t been for some time now.”
“That is enough!” He seethes, playing right into Eddie’s hands. Smoothing down his tie which had become rumpled in his outburst, Mr. Harrington trains his eyes on Eddie with a steely resolve. “I am only going to say this once.”
Eddie sits up a bit straighter in his chair. He can see you’ve abandoned the pretense of eating, fork laid delicately across the bone china plate. Your knuckles turning white as your clutch the arms of the chair. Steve catches your attention and deploys some sibling shorthand Eddie could never quite decipher, before abandoning his seat to stand at your side.
You bite your cheek, hoping the slight pain would mitigate the tears gathering in your eyes, as your brother lays a comforting hand on your shoulder, and wait for the fallout from this dinner party disaster.
Mr. Harrington points a menacing finger at Eddie, all boardroom bravado, and carefully enunciates his words. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, boy.”
Harrington’s barely started his tirade and Eddie’s blood is already boiling. He tongues his canines and forces himself to stare the man down.
“From one… father to another,” He spits the word. “I will not have my grandchild to be raised by the likes of you. As a Harrington, that baby will know exactly who they are, and who they are not.”
He hears your sharp intake of breath, knows he can’t let himself to get distracted right now. Eddie takes a slow breath as your father continues.
“I will not allow you to ruin everything this family has built. You can rest assured that the child will want for nothing. And if you walk away now,” He pulls a paper from his jacket pocket and slides it deftly across the polished table. “I can make it well worth your while.”
“William, you wouldn’t—“ Your mother gasps, wine glass clinking onto the table.
But oh, he would.
In fact, there was not much Mr. Harrington wouldn’t do to preserve the pristine veneer of his family name. And really, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d paid a Munson off.
It would, however, be the first time he’d attempted to bribe the wrong one.
Apparently, the apple fell farther from the tree than he’d bargained for.
“You done now, Will?” Eddie snarls, voice taunting as he rises to his full height and looms across the table. “Must think you’re real hot shit in that three piece suit to what? Try and intimidate me?” He scoffs, eye flitting to the document laid before him. “Have to say, that’s a pretty nifty sum you’ve had your boys cook up there. Too bad you bet on the wrong horse, huh?”
At this, your father’s once confident smirk slides off his face.
“See, you can raise all the hell you want. Drag me through the mud for all I care. You think I give a fuck about that?” He snorts, flicking the paper back down the table. “I know what people like you think of me, and that’s fine. I know who I am.” He pauses, watching the muscle of your dad’s jaw tighten in fury. “I may just be Al Munson’s screw up son to you, can bribe him just like we did the old man. But I think we both know who raised me.”
Eddie watches as the realization dawns on the man, how fantastically he’d miscalculated. Didn’t even have to mention his name, and already had old Harrington sweating bullets.
“I don’t know about you, but I wager there’ll be hell to pay once he finds out you’ve not only slandered his grandchild but also upset his favorite person in the world.”
His mouth, which had fallen open to launch a rebuttal, falls shut. Mr. Harrington eyes him quizzically.
“Oh, me? Nah man,” Eddie shakes his head and nods toward you, standing at the opposite end of the table. “Her.”
He sets his napkin on the table and pushes in his chair, his mama taught him manners after all. “Well Mrs. H., thanks for the swell dinner.”
Eddie’s body is already buzzing as you stride toward him and slot your fingers through his. Pulling him down the entryway, your heels click against the polished marble floor.
He pauses at the door, your mother and father still seated in the dining room as Steve grabs his keys.
“Y’know, I may not have much,” Eddie says, voice raised for them to hear. “But I’ll do right by them, William. No one can stop me.” An elegant bejeweled hand reaches for the door knob, “Though you’re welcome to keep trying.”
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night-light-artz · 19 days
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Um guys...that's not my cat....
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breadlordington · 9 months
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Can't believe I did this over the 14564445 terror wips I have
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redbowkid-27 · 5 months
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And you're never waking up
Pomni Tried undertale and i think it traumatized her
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mysharona1987 · 2 years
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Well this isn’t at all scary or deeply weird.
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sedicii · 2 months
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Ok this is kinda hilarious ngl
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veggieharumaki · 3 months
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even the iron still fears the rot
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