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lovelystarship · 3 months ago
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uredrunk · 8 months ago
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brokul-pl · 19 days ago
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Found an asexual scarf in some random shop in Poland and couldn't stop thinking about it
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keri-mcberry · 1 month ago
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benjingle · 3 months ago
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Crack post + crack ship
Doodles
I was gonna draw him as the Peter Griffin dead pose but I gave up because my anatomy skills aren't the best 😔 gotta study amiright
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mi-manzana · 1 month ago
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heretodestroyou · 8 months ago
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i see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters…
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winterofbuddie · 2 months ago
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summer of buddie has officially ended!
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after 8 weeks, it is time for us to say goodbye to the summer of buddie.
we couldn't have possibly imagined the engagement that this event would have when we announced it. it has truly been an honor to share this time with all of you as we celebrated our love for buddie together.
as of today, there are 150 fics in our ao3 collection. that is absolutely mind-blowing!
this event was born to motivate and inspire buddie fic writers so that the evan buckley/eddie diaz tag on ao3 could reach 30k fics before the s8 premiere. it brings us so much joy that we got to reach this milestone together!
we also want to thank the gif-makers, video editors, and artists that shared their creations for this event. all of you are such an important part of this fandom and without your creativity this event wouldn't have been the same.
we are going to continue reblogging late submissions for the event until september 26th at 7pm. after that, we will consider the ao3 collection closed and we won't reblog any new posts even if we are tagged here on tumblr.
once again, thank you from the bottom of our hearts. we love buddie and we love you all.
your host,
maria (@thatbuddie)
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silusvesuius · 3 months ago
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testing out drawing maormer 🪸🐚🪸 and a nelvas 🧣📜🩷 i'll ramble about maormer a bit in the tags
#tes#skyrim#my art#do you like my nelvas emojis🧣📜🧣📜 get it? scarf🤗 and scroll🤗 Everything hurts sofucking bad#anyways i talked about them wif my friend quite a bit i basically 'agree' w/ everything that is written about them && their biology in -#- canon; except tes is very much all Talk and no good actual visual presentation of what it's talking about#cus all of the maormer look like garboooo likeee what am i looking @#but since this is just a first test i think i'll keep playing around with their looks later; they are most close to altmer obvi in the -#- sense of how 'mutated' they r. however maormer are more gross looking for the typical human#they do have flat faces and alldat in canon already but i want them to just have nostrils and no real nose bridge#and they have no lips😝 they also have very visible gums. && have anglerfish teeth#what would be fur on other mer is just scales on them and is placed is scattered in the same places#i was thinking of making swimming most comfortable for them so i gave them more fins#they'd have them on arms and legs and the hair on the tail for them is just a big fin🐠#as for hair i'm thinking of them having none of it at all bcos it looks sooooo ugly on them it's very unnerving to see hair on fish#either no hair at all or something with a different texture. like slimy silky thin seaweed#or the hair that m*necraft striders have LMAO#webbed fingers is cuuuute they'd have webbed armpits like they're those flying rodents🐿 lol#i'd place their gills on both the neck and their ribs#whenever they wear clothes they tie their arm and leg fins up ; i think from birth they just stay in water until they hit puberty and -#- r able to actually walk around#another cute fact is that males and females wud look literally the same almost (women are flat chested too)#fish fish fish#maybe i'll rethink some stuff. i still wanna draw fish babies#but in reality i think even the mere existence of maormer is very pointless bc they don't really matter at all do they#tes lore is soooo overstuffed that's why i don't know anything about it my time is so valuable to meLMFAOAOOO#saw a typo in this sorry i'm just chill like that
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spookyclookykinz · 5 months ago
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vroom vroom
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stqrgirl3 · 3 months ago
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𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖙𝖘!!!
@celestialserenity24 - andrea⋆.˚🌕⋆⭒˚。⋆
@ameliascreampuffs - ames˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.
@marshadowstea - marshiee ⋆。°•☁️ (I LOVE YOU I SWEAR /gen)
@sxfiaaa - sof ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩
@buunnyb00 - bunny ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
@cherryswift13 - cherry🍪⁺˚⋆。°✩₊
@vintagetee13 - aimee‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
@edsbug - bug₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ゚.
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@daydream-of-a-wallflower - kat ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚𐚁๋࣭
@justafanbutcurious - duru!༄˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.
@academic-vampire - jack ⋆.ೃ࿔ᵕ̈.𖦹📜ˎˊ˗
@sleepinginmygrave - jupiter˖°𓇼🐋⋆🫧
@thatswh3n - bee ⋆。°•🌧️
@julyrivers - river 🌊⋆ ₊˚
@annie-one - annie ˚₊‧⁺⋆🌿
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@andytheoverthinker -
@icanttalkimhavingacrisis - joy! 𖤓°⋆࿔*
@marylily-my-beloved - fatima ࿔𝜗𝜚˚⋆
@all-too-unwell-13 - rose!⋆౨ৎ˚🧣⟡˖ ࣪
@eef-stars - ethan ✧˚🪐♡
@prongsbitch - james!🦌๋࣭ ⭑☆。
@definitionoffuckup - my starry night ‧₊˚𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝
@ravenwordss - raven✧˚⋆。˚𓄿
@garden-of-carnations -
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@seekmemystar - itar!˙✧˖°🪷🛺⋆。˚
@bonsai-willis - bonsai𓇢𓆸 ₊˚🌱 ₊
@im-on-crack-send-help - riyanaa⋆⁺₊❄️.
@thatrandommatildafan - matty ✩°。🧸
@sotiredimbored - kuko!·˚𓆉 ༘₊·
@czaixxrose - czai🦈๋࣭ ⭑˚˖𓍢ִִ໋
@inanan15 - naan౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪💗ྀིྀི
(!!!these arent all my moots if i havent added u here i swear i love u soso much ofgskjfj ive only added the few ones i talk to alot this is mainly for me to keep track of the tags :( im srry if i didnt add u id love to talk more tho!!!! <333
uhhhh also i wasnt able to find a few of the tags for yall so like ??? i swear i will ksfjsjgj also also can yall give me ur tumblr names too if its like not on ur blog or smth ? :) thankuuusjd
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intrepidacious · 2 years ago
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a million summers
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summary: Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
word count: 3k
warnings: modern AU; childhood friends to lovers; alcohol consumption; making out; the rare occurence of me writing something that's almost exclusively fluff. please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.
prompt: @allcapsbingo O1: "You've changed."
a/n: i didn't plan on posting anything today but something came over me. happy valentine's day, everyone!! this one's for @jesterstrange – remember when you sent me two songs for my sleepover and i completely ignored one of them? this is why 💛
masterlist | read on ao3
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The air in the car is buzzing with late night heat and the crackling of the radio rapidly switching between stations, but you can’t seem to mind. Your heart is pounding in tune because less than two hours ago, you were kissing Bucky Barnes.
The Bucky Barnes, whose hand is currently gripping the steering wheel just a little too tightly. Valedictorian, baseball legend, first boy you ever fell in love with, prodigal third of your trio, Bucky Barnes.
Shit, if Steve found out about this, you’re not sure if he would laugh or kill both of you.
You wonder if the same thing is currently going through Bucky’s mind, because when you steal a sideways glance at him, he’s biting the inside of his lip, like he always does when he’s wrapped in thought.
It’s funny, in a way. You’ve noticed these little things about him since you were eleven years old, innocently collecting tiny facts about James Buchanan Barnes in your mind like other children kept pebbles or leaves they found on a walk. Like how his hair would stick up and begin to curl in his neck when it was about to rain. Or how he always got the first splatter of freckles in May, after months and months of them hiding away from the cold.
They’re there now, dancing across his cheekbones and down the bridge of his nose, and when the sunrise hits them at the right angle, they point out all the places you want to kiss; underneath his eye and on the tip of his nose, and, most importantly, right at the corner of his mouth, where his smile starts.
Your heart still can’t believe he’d actually let you do just that.
(He would, he would. He has.)
Your phone vibrates again and you ignore it. Reality might be on the other end, and you’re not ready for that quite yet.
There’s a slight tick in Bucky’s jaw when you peek at him again, barely noticeable to anyone who doesn’t know him quite as well as you do, and it sets your cheeks on fire. You roll the window down to feel the wind in your hair. Maybe it’ll cool your face a little.
You haven’t talked to each other at all ever since you got in the car, Bucky concentrating on the road, you counting the cars you pass. There’s not a lot of them, not at this hour, so the activity doesn’t exactly help to calm your mind, but you don’t trust your voice enough to start a conversation quite yet.
(Still, he hasn’t let go of your hand since you got in the car, either.)
It’s strange, this silence between you, not uncomfortable but unusual, because even though you’ve filled countless hours just quietly doing your own thing next to one another, it’s never been with this tension that’s making the air between you thick enough to cut.
The radio finally settles on a station, and there’s a spark of recognition at the song that manifests in Bucky squeezing your hand a little more tightly, and you finally break the silence with a quiet laugh and a warning, "Don’t."
"I didn’t say anything," Bucky says with a smile in his voice.
"Your thoughts are very loud."
"My thoughts are none of your business." He lifts your hand to his lips and presses a small kiss to your knuckles. Your breath hitches. "Besides, you were very cute."
"Slow down," you say, "I want to throw myself out of the car."
Bucky has the audacity to laugh. "Come on. Everyone had a phase in middle school."
"Everyone who knew me in middle school needs to die," you groan.
"Is that a threat, Y/L/N?"
You take in his cocky grin, tapping a finger against your chin in fake contemplation. "Maybe."
"Oh yeah?" he says, and you swear his smile grows even more crooked as you echo his words back at him.
(You want to trace it with your fingers and then taste it again.)
"So this is what we’ve come to," he says, his face exaggeratedly appalled as he shakes his head. "You’ve changed."
"I’m afraid there can’t be any exceptions," you say, squeezing his hand. "Especially not if this 'short drive over' takes much longer," you say, turning to the window again. The clouds look heavy with the reminder of rain.
Bucky rubs soft circles into the back of your hand with his thumb, and the gentleness of the action makes you press your lips together to hide the giddyness threatening to spill over. "Almost there," he says, and continues driving.
A little faster than before, maybe.
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You’d seen this look in Bucky’s eyes before, but it’d never been directed at you. Pupils blown wide, hair sticking to his forehead, gaze unwavering and so intense you felt like you were being stripped naked in the middle of the crowd.
(And during his own homecoming party, no less.)
You forced your gaze away, trying to focus on whatever story Wanda was telling intently, but it was impossible to do anything other than nodding and humming and taking another sip of your drink whenever there was a breath for you to do so.
When you dared another glimpse in his direction, Bucky was still watching you, even though he was doing a much better job at pretending to listen, one of Steve’s arms still slung around his shoulders, his lips widening into a smile at the same time the rest of the group started to laugh while you were just out of sync with everyone else.
Not that you were staring at his lips.
It’d been so long since you’d last seen him in person. He was supposed to go off to college with Steve, but instead ended up going to an entirely different part of the country, and despite the fact that the three of you once shared every spare minute, there was only so many lagging phone calls at odd hours a friendship like the one you used to have with Bucky could take.
It broke your heart, of course, but maybe it was for the better. After all, your feelings for him had been drifting towards something different to friendship for a while at that point, something softer and more precious, something hidden away in stolen glances and late night journal entries.
Him literally being out of reach had made it easier, in a way, even though you’d never quite managed to move on from the color of his eyes.
(How could you have?)
Now, seeing him right in front of you again, they seemed so much brighter than they did in your memories; like someone had broken off two pieces of a clear summer sky and put them in the center of his face. It was honestly unfair.
You managed to steal away to the upstairs bathroom for a few minutes, not bothering to turn the light on, splashing your face with cold water to try and get a grip on. You weren’t quite drunk, but tipsy enough to recognize the light haze in your eyes as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, angling yourself in the thin strip of moonlight falling in through the window, trying to see if there was anything different about you.
Anything that Bucky might have picked up on tonight, of all nights.
There was a knock at the door, so you quickly fixed your hair with a small sigh and mentally prepared to continue the night with a smile, determined to enjoy yourself, weird and totally not heart palpitation inducing looks from former best friends be damned.
As soon as you swung the door open, though, your confidence was immediately shattered when you almost barreled into someone standing right on the other side, leaning against the frame, hands in his pockets, smile blinding.
Like he’d been waiting for you.
"Y/L/N."
(Your name still sounded like honey on his tongue.)
"Barnes." You raised your eyebrows when he didn’t move to let you pass. "Can I help you with something?"
"Maybe," he said, and then he pulled you back into the room with him, locking the door behind the two of you.
You leaned against it, arms crossed in front of your chest, swallowing heavily. Bucky hovered very close by for a moment before he retreated, pushing both hands through his hair and then hiding them in the pockets of his leather jacket.
"Right," you said, your head spinning slightly. "This isn’t ominous at all."
Bucky chuckled quietly, his eyes searching for something. "You look great," he finally said.
With a snort, you tilted your head and looked at his feet, not really believing his compliment. Your fingers were itching to unlock the door and just slip back into the party on the other side, but at the same time, you found you couldn’t move.
(You’d never been able to move away from him.)
"Look at that," you said, nudging your shoe against his. "You haven’t changed."
"Not really."
There was a strange edge to the smile in his voice, like he was trying to swallow something down. Maybe it was more clear on his face, but you couldn’t look up at him.
It was strange, the small details you remembered from years ago. Even when you and Bucky had begun to drift apart (because bottling up your feelings all the time could only ever have gone well for a short while), you would still spend most lunch breaks with him and Steve. How many times had you joined them on the tiny, dried up shrivel of lawn next to the library, being silly together and trying to stretch those thirty minutes into infinity, your sneakers always, always untied.
Steve had sprained his ankle in college when he tripped over his own feet, and so he’d started to tie them like the proper adult he pretended to be, and because the two of them had a habit of always copying the other, you’d just assumed that Bucky would have eventually grown out of the whole thing as well.
(Unlike you.)
Seemed like some things had stayed the same, after all.
And as if that stupid little observation had returned both of you back to the days that were, talking was suddenly so easy. You drifted closer to each other and apart again, like you were moving to a song much slower than the one still audible through the bathroom walls.
Later, you wouldn’t even be able to recall what you’d said. Some teasing remark, probably, a snarky comment like the ones you used to hide your feelings behind when you were fifteen and he was the prettiest boy you’d ever seen.
Whatever it was you’d said, Bucky chuckled again. As if he thought you funny. "I can’t believe I …" He trailed off, shaking his head, dragging a hand through his hair again.
Your eyes tracked the movement. A single curl kept sticking up near the top of his head, like it always had when you both were younger. "You what?" you said, almost entranced by it.
"Nothing," he said, looking over his shoulder like he expected someone to come up to him. There was no one there, but he kept moving like he was struggling against some unseen force.
"You what?" you laughed, thoroughly intrigued now.
He shook his head, but it spilled out anyway, like some tidal wave he couldn’t keep contained. "I used to have a crush on you in high school, alright?"
A pause, a break, a screeching record halt.
"No, you didn’t."
(He didn’t.)
"Uhm, yeah I did." He sighed heavily. "Look, you were never supposed to find out."
Your heart was pounding so loudly you could feel it in your ears. "Why not?"
"Because you’re …. You were my best friend. That was more important." The past tense really shouldn’t have broken your heart the way it did, because you’d known. Of course you’d known.
"And what about now?" you said, your hands clutched tightly around yourself." We’re not best friends anymore, are we? So … what are we now?"
He stared at you very intently, and his voice broke a little when he said, "I’m not sure what you want me to be."
There was a pause, and you realized Bucky’s face had turned even redder. You could barely look away from his eyes, though. It was almost impossible to make out their color in the semi-darkness of the bathroom, but there was a softness to them that made your skin prickle with goosebumps.
"Are you drunk or something?" you asked, feeling very, very sober yourself.
"What?" he said, almost offended by your suggestion. "Of course not."
"Good."
You stared at him for a moment longer, and then you kissed him.
You’d imagined kissing Bucky Barnes so many times before, but the real thing was so much better than even your wildest dreams could have predicted. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world and still didn’t want to waste a single second. Your hands circled around his waist to press him ever closer to you, and he made a noise at the back of his throat that made your brain short-circuit.
His hands trailed across your shoulder blades, gently pulling you with him as he took a step backwards and his back hit the wall with a low thud, his mouth never once leaving yours. He tasted like coffee and salt and something that was so distinctly him it took your breath away.
When you finally came up gasping for air, Bucky whined in disapproval, peppering smaller kisses along your cheeks, your jawbone, your neck. You grabbed his shoulder for support as your knees threatened to buckle, the fingers of your other hand grabbing a fistful of his hair.
"Shit, Y/N," he mumbled against your pulse, and the low timbre of his voice was enough to make your eyes flutter shut again. "You’ve got no idea how long …"
He didn’t finish talking, his lips finding yours again with a hum that made your grip on him tighten involuntarily, his hands large and solid around your middle. There was no telling how much time you lost to that kiss. Hours, maybe, an eternity of both of you trying to get as close to each other as possible.
At one point, Bucky tapped your thigh, as if he was trying to get you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist, and you were about to, honestly, but just then you were interrupted by a sudden and incessant knock at the door.
"Whoever’s in there, can you hurry up? There’s a line out here!"
You broke apart with an embarrassed snort. "Just a minute!" you called, somehow managing not to sound quite as short-winded as you felt. You steadied yourself against Bucky’s chest, feeling his heartbeat drum a mad rhythm underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "I do not wanna go out there," you mumbled.
"Neither do I," he said, and his voice sounded so low and so wrecked you had to kiss him again. Just a small peck on the lips, this time, but you still came up light-headed. "Wanna get out of here?"
(More than anything.)
"I can’t," you sighed apologetically. "Nat’s not even here yet and I told her I’d help with the cake."
"I don’t give a shit about the cake."
You giggled. "I promised, though"
Bucky groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. The person on the other side of the door started knocking again. "She has an hour," he mumbled and sealed it with a quick kiss before you could say anything else. "Tops."
You left that bathroom with your head held high and an incredulous smile on your face. Outside, a clash of thunder shook the window panes.
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It crosses your mind, then, when the car slows and the gas gauge finally stops blinking, that your younger self would have killed to be in your shoes. Or rather, bare feet pulled up on the passenger seat, Bucky’s fingers entertwining with yours, feeling tired and wide awake at the same time as nervous excitement curls up in your chest.
How many summer night did you use to lie awake in bed, imagining a scenario just like this?
(A million, at least.)
The summer air carries the smell of the ocean, and if you looked out the windscreen, you could probably see the waves crashing against the shoreline as the sun starts to rise, a picture perfect view like something out of a fucking dream. You’re still not quite convinced you haven’t fallen asleep on Wanda’s shoulder earlier in the evening, your subconscious making all of this up out of some long buried yearning from years ago.
You don’t want to look outside, though. You don’t want to look anywhere but at the boy beside you, whose hair is still tousled from your touch and who looks at you like he’s on cloud nine and absolutely terrified at the very same time.
"Do you feel kinda nervous or is it just me?" Bucky says, and you laugh.
"Yes. What’s up with that?"
It’s like the manic, pent up energy that made your kiss in the bathroom feel like you got struck by lightning has vanished from your bodies, making room for something more quiet. More anxious. A question whispered at the back of your mind that makes your hold on his hand tighten.
What now?
(Reality stopped calling a while ago, but it’s only a matter of time.)
"I guess it’s a good sign." Anticipation makes the blue of his eyes shimmer. "Means neither of us wants to fuck this up."
You smile tentatively. "Is there something we could potentially fuck up?"
Bucky swallows, tilting his head. "I hope there is."
(You want to run away with him. You want to stay with him. You’d wait a million summers more to get here.)
"Me too."
When he leans in this time, it’s sweeter than before, slower, less a declaration and more a promise. Neither of you would have to wait anymore.
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arkhamslvts · 1 year ago
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I want Bruce to fucking ruin me I need him he's so 😱
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absolutely like it’s serious.
i’m taking this opportunity to discuss battinson in particular. when you first me he’s nervous, he fumbles his way through intimacy and he prefers for you to take the lead. and you slowly introduce him to being a little more commanding, placing his hand on your neck when you ride him, asking for his fingers in your mouth. and one night, after a particularly rough patrol, he comes home and just snaps, bends you over the desk in the batcave and just ruts into, mumbling about how “you feel so good.. so tight”. he’s got a little guilt about being so rough so while he’s drilling your pussy he’s like “sorry baby.. so sorry just let me.. fuck, just lemme finish alright”. it becomes a regular thing after that.
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squarxism · 9 months ago
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Give me a picture of your f/o and their name, and i'll assign them a g1-g3 my litt‎le po‎ny!
title is self explanatory, if you send an f/o from m‎lp g‎4, i will show you which older generation pony they were based on!
example:
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benjingle · 3 months ago
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Rahh
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heretodestroyou · 9 months ago
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this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess…
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