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Basically pt 4.

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MORE SNUND PLZ

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Harry took Ron’s hand and they went to Spencer’s. And then they got baby back ribs.

They were good.

Bbplz ribs, ron said. And then he got them.

All over his face.

He needed three moist towelettes.

The end.

Chapter 2.

When Denzel Washington met his mother, she said hey, you pretty fly for a...

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Cry: So on Chrome do I have to delete everything from the beginning of time?

Scott: Yes, delete your cookies

Scott: You know what just delete your whole computer

Scott: Delete System 32.

Scott: Delete every youtube video

Scott: Every form

Scott: Every password

Snake: Every step you take.

Scott: We are not doing this.

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Crazy About You ~ Part 2

Well, hi guys.

Been a while since I posted anything. So after a few days of being lazy and lying around and drawing and shit (also playing Torchlight, that goddamned game.), I've decided to finish "Crazy About You", finally.

Here. Take it.

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It was Tuesday, no more than five days after my last talk with Jund. I was tired, no, I was exhausted. I sacrificed so much time just obsessing over the damn bastard that I lost my job. I haven't gotten any sleep, either. The most I've slept within these few days was probably two hours. Hell, even my dreams were about Jund. I can't hold it in anymore, I needed to be around him. I considered calling him and telling him that I'll be visiting him soon. But then I considered stalking him. Why the fuck not? I can't really find a reason except for the fact that my ass could be placed in jail. Although, the thing I find the weirdest is that I have no missed calls, nor do I have any text messages from him. He hasn't been eager to speak to me at all. Maybe he thinks I'm mad at him? Or maybe he's mad at me ever since our last conversation? He could be mad at me for a whole other reason. Hell, maybe he's not even mad at me. Probably busy. The fact that I didn't make it to the last stream makes it even harder for me to know what the hell is going on with him and his life. 

I sighed deeply and looked out the window. The sun was rising. The sound of people leaving their houses and going to work just to support themselves, their family, and their lovers makes me sad and frustrated with myself. Out of everyone in this shit hole of a neighborhood, I'm the only one with absolutely no life. I sit down like a damn creep and think about my friend. All. Day. Long. How could I be so damn irresponsible with myself? Who the hell would want to be around me anymore? Who would support my decisions and help me with this situation? Jund. Jund will. Not my parents, not my neighbor, not some therapist or medication or shit like that. Jund can. Another sigh came from my mouth. 

I looked at the street. It was then when I noticed something. A black car was parked directly in front of my apartment. I was confused, but I shrugged it off. Could be someone picking someone up and just decided to park in front of my apartment. Eh, I wouldn't be surprised anyhow. This apartment does look abandoned after all. I lie down on the couch and rest my eyes. That's when my phone started to vibrate. It was a text.

A text. Seriously, I got a text from someone at seven A.M? I sat back up and reached for my phone. It was from Jund.

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To be continued, again~~

I know this was short as fuck, and I apologize for that. I am definitely planning to make the next one much, much longer.

PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY ;~; I LACK SO MUCH CREATIVITY ;~; #capsloccccccccckalsoIdidntsayallthattogetattentionseriously

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ohmahgawdsnakkkke

Am I late for just now figuring out that Snake has a YouTube channel?

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This is the best freaking thing ever.

i find Russ Money’s face the funniest.

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Right now..

Minx and Krism are probably making out.

….

=3

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Here.

Have some BStar. 

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Yaaaa.

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Crazy About You ~ Part 1

This is a pretty crazy / weird story so just... be prepared. 

Kinda psychopathic too. I apologize, I've been watching to many criminal shows ;~;

Also - a recommended song to listen to while reading this is this one. 

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"Snake," Jund's voice boomed through my speakers. I looked up at my screen to see his eyes meeting mine. "Are you even listening to me?" 

He was there, right in front of me. So close and yet so far. I reach my hand out and tried to touch him, but failed. I couldn't feel him. It was impossible. He was miles away from me. 

My thought process suddenly changed. "Why the hell should be even be mad at me? Who the hell cares if I wasn't listening? That motherfucker shouldn't even care about me or what I think. Maybe he should just mind his own damn business!" 

I slammed my fist against the desk and took a deep breath. "Maybe.. maybe I should just calm down."

I got up and put the hand sanitizer back on the desk. I made my way to the bathroom and splashed my face with hot water. "Just calm down." I said again. The TV was playing low in the background, the dogs were sleeping peacefully on the torn sofa and then here I was. Standing here, infront of my sink, looking at myself in the mirror. My eyes wandered off to different places. There was shattered glass everywhere and dried blood on the floor. My medication, Xanax, was sitting atop the counter. The bottle was empty and the lid was missing. I looked at myself in the mirror again, this time, I looked myself in the eyes. I stood there for a long while, just challenging myself for no reason. "This is ridiculous." I said to myself. I went back into my bedroom and looked at the clock. 4:42AM. Perfect. I grabbed a Cuban cigar and headed outside. I have a certain place I sit when I go outside to smoke. Its always on the grass in front of my neighbors house. A girl, aged 20, lives there with her little sister. She's already caught me peeking through her window, so there's never any luck for me.

That's one of the reasons why I chose Jund to obsess over. Such an easy person to manipulate. Besides that, he's absolutely beautiful. His hair, smile, eyes, and fuck, that damn laugh. It all drives me crazy. I need him.

I need him. My heart, by this time, was already racing with the thought of stalking the bastard. Seeing him shiver in fear as he sees me looking through his window at night excites me. The way he just might call the cops, or the way he might stand there in complete shock to see his once innocent friend ready to do all sorts of things to him. I let go of the cigar and let it roll away.

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To be continued~

Also, if anyone is wondering and no one has googled it, Xanax is a medication used to treat anxiety, agoraphobia, depression and others.

#memoriesaboutmyoldmedicationthatImgladImnotfuckingusinganymoreyayImfreeandtiredandIwonderifanyofyouhadthepatiencetoreadthisbecauseIsureasfuckwouldntlolololololololyoloswag420knightguys

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Yeeeeey~

Tweeter

I do believe it’s official. I’m going to be far more active on twitter now. @yunniedesu yupyupyup. Have a nice day

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Ho boy

I haven't drew in a while.

So here, have a doodle of Cry, Russ and Slenderman. :3 This took me about 15 - 20 minutes. 

EDIT - Will be drawing more (and better) in the future.

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Should've Never Bothered Me ~ Snund

Hey guys. So before I start writing this, I'm just gonna say that my computer isn't working and I'm currently writing this on a tablet. Fack. :( Yup. Have some Snund. Also, because of this little computer problem, I have no fucking idea how to put a *read more* down on this bad boy. So uh... this is gonna take up a lot of space. Sorry! *turns into a penguin and walks away* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was 11PM on a Sunday, the only day of the week Snake had off. He was spending it relaxing on his bed, porn magazine in one hand, a beer in the other. Snake was slowly examining the cover of the magazine, getting excited because of the model in a seductive pose. Before he could set his beer down and open the magazine, there was a knock at the door. "Who the fuck would be at my house at eleven o'clock at night?" Snake exclaimed, dragging himself to the front door, only to open it to Jund. "Scott?" "Hey, Snake." Scott invited himself in. "I- I need something." Snake raised an eyebrow as an alternate way of asking 'What?'. "Well," Scott started, "Advice. Raven and I got in an argument and it was pretty bad. She wanted me out the house. I just want to apologize, but I have no idea how to confront her." Snake closed the front door. "So, out of all places to go, you come to me?" Snake asked obviously annoyed. "I- yes." Scott sat down. "Jund, this is a pretty bad time to come here." "How is that?" Snake smirked. "Well, you came here just as I was about to get busy. I'm still horny, you know." "I'm sorry Snake." Scott replied, really not sorry. "Maybe I'll go to-" Snake grabbed Scott's arm and pinned him to the wall. "What the fuck Snake!?" "Time is being wasted, Jund. You've gotta pay up." "This is seriously all because of porn?" Snake squeezed Scott harder and reached down to his bulge. "Why do you sound so angry, Jund? You're obviously horny as well. I just want to help you." Before Scott could reply, Snake turned him around towards the wall and bent him over. He unbuckled Scott's belt and pulled his pants down. "Wait here, don't move." He demanded Jund. He walked in his bedroom and went to his closet, pulling out a rope. When he came back out, Scott was leaning against the wall, his torso facing Snake. Snake took the rope and whipped him with it. "Bastard, I told you not to move!" "I'm sorry! Stop hurting me, please." "Shut the hell up!" Snake tied Jund's hands together and forced him to his knees. Snake then pulled down his pants. "Suck." He demanded. "But-" Snake slapped him. Scott whimpered and looked at Snake's penis, not used to seeing someone elses. "Time is being wasted, Jund." Scott stuck his tounge out and slowly licked his tip. He looked back up at Snake and smiled. "Hm, you like that don't you?" Snake asked, a moan coming out his mouth. Jund let out a muffled "mhm" and went a little deeper, enjoying every second of it. Snake pulled out of Junds mouth and layed on the sofa. "C'mere." He smirked. "Ready for this inside of you?" "Yes." Scott answered, anxious and excited to finally experience the feeling. He walked over to Snake and slowly sat down on top of his erection, moaning louder and louder. "You're taking too long." Snake said, and forced it inside of him, groaning at the sound of Scott's scream. Snake went harder and harder and kissed Scott's neck. He loved how tight Scott was, and the warmth of Scott's breath against his shoulder. "Oh, Snake... fuck." Snake finally stopped after about twenty-five minutes, but what seemed like hours, fucking Jund. "No cum?" Jund asked, disappointed. "Get on your knees and I'll show you." Jund did so obediently and waited for it. "Open your mouth." When Scott opened his mouth, Snake inched closer to him, shooting his load inside of him. Scott looked back up and Snake and smiled. "You still didn't give me any advice." Snake turned Scott around and untied him. "Sorry," Snake kissed him and said, "Try someone else." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ VYVYYUWUABUUBSUBSUBWABISNINDUDD I FEEL SO DIRTY ;~; I had a lot of fun writing this, it was pretty short though. I'm tired. Night guysss. :3

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My heart stopped when I saw this….I can’t imagine

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Even past all the mods, They’re still human beings.<3