#Out Of Charm
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wasabi-gumdrop · 7 months ago
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local ladies man’s signature move totally useless against autistic monster enthusiast. more on Kabru’s fumble era at 6
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iscariotapologist · 6 months ago
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today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery
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dazzelmethat · 3 months ago
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Cricket Cat concept. Do you see it? Do you see my vision? I don't think they'd purr or meow, just chirp with their wings.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months ago
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HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!
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qof-diamonds · 10 months ago
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~•~•~•~•~•~•~
You could break an angel's fall,
And ignore the devil's call,
Still forsaken shoulders fall,
Silent now!
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Karma wasn't an angel,she knew and understood that more than anyone else. However she didn't stop people from believing her little lie. She made it up to finally have some sort of power. In truth,she was scared. Scared because she didn't exactly understand the nature of this place. Scared because she couldn't help — much less control — anything. She was the last,the fourth in this case.
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It's no more than cultural,
You and me inseparable,
It's a small hell after all..
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Did she care,now? No. She couldn't care less,not anymore. Maybe she never did at all. Or maybe she's trying to deny the truth? It's not a problem for her. She isn't scared. She's confused. Does she have genuine feelings towards others? Players? Citizens? Hell,anyone? She doesn't know. And she likes it that way.
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Man no more than animal,
Is made of moral chemicals,
Any form mechanical,
Thank you God!
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Or Is she maybe too harsh on herself? On others? She never thought about It that way: she hated the way she couldn't really even go out without the mask on. Physically,on. She doesn't pretend to hide what she really thinks,she always says almost everything. Perhaps thats a problem. Perhaps.
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From the hordes of cannibals,
To psych wards of hospitals,
It's a small world after all..
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Or perhaps she shouldn't be nice anymore. It is pointless, after all.
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gatoburr0 · 5 months ago
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I HATE how this turned out WITH A PASSION.
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egophiliac · 6 months ago
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bring your son to work day
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caramelcove · 7 months ago
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Cat distribution system had a bit of a malfunction 😬
Stay tuned for the continuation 🥰💕💞
Part 1.5
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jacqcrisis · 7 months ago
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CHARON CONFIRMED SHOPKEEPER IN HADES 2 BUT ALSO
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Hermes is missing?
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AND CHARON NEEDS COMFORTED OVER IT???
im already out of my mind about it
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beif0ngs · 11 months ago
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It looks like they fell asleep.
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newttxt · 9 months ago
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pls read the zosan fic “utilities included” and enjoy sanji making his own life as miserable as possible in plain view of his new roommate
from ch. 1 of utilities included (mind the tags and rating)
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i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice
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shotmrmiller · 2 months ago
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re: rugby team ghoap
it'd been a one-off, seize-the-moment kind of thing. casual hookups aren't really for you, plus you distinctly remember your ex prating on about how the team would only be here for the weekend hence the absolute burning need to go, and you've got work monday.
goodbye, great knowing them. you'd traipsed out of the hotel room with your sneakers in hand, soap's used jersey in the other- a memento of sorts, a trophy. mild serial killer behavior but you reckon since you just became another pearl in their long string of conquests, the least you could do is take something with you that won't be gone with a warm epsom salt bath and a couple of days rest.
("would ye believe yer the prettiest we've ever brought back with us?" right. you know where you stand on that scale, and people like you don't typically pull men like them. another cringe-worthy comment like that and you'd mistake their interest with pity.)
you'd put both jerseys in the wash later that day, and the rattling of your washing machine marked the end of your exciting weekend.
or so you'd thought. from your side of things, you'd wiped your hands clean of their sweat, spit and come and went home, once again falling back into semi-familiarity, expecting to go to work feeling completely relaxed and loose, in more ways than one, while ignoring the photos taken of you and the "star players" at the stadium on social media.
(no one caught your face, what bloody luck.)
when you see them again, it's by pure chance. you'd been ordering a sandwich at a deli down the street, hand already reaching for your wallet when an arm curls around your shoulders, dark, coarse hair of a forearm brushing against your cheek.
cedarwood and citrus. it clings to your senses— a sharp, tangy reminder of that time you'd only look back on when the familiar pang of want pooled searing hot between your legs. small world, you suppose.
"didnae leave a note. stole my jersey. 'm surprised ye didnae leave us money on the table, bonnie." warmth flared beneath your cheeks but you didn't cow to his crude joke.
"i suppose i could've left a tip. what do you want?"
the playful lines around his eyes smoothed as his lips straightened into a firm line, his eyes frostbitten. you ignore the way his touch makes you feel trapped, tethered, a cage made of velvet.
"took my shirt and then didn't show up to a single game after tha'. jus' gettin' wha' i'm owed. unless he's yer favorite."
how can he be your favorite when you know nothing about the sport they play and have no interest in knowing?
"too bad. we come as a package. get yer food, we've a place nearby."
(simon had been nowhere near as good-natured as johnny had about you leaving without a word. made you spit out apologies with swollen lips, only accepted the ones that came with a fluttering of your raw pussy around the splitting thickness of him while soap condescendingly cooed in your ear about lessons having to be learned the hard way.)
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braindos · 1 month ago
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tgaa + moomin
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atompalace-official · 5 months ago
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forecast0ctopus · 8 months ago
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she was putting the moves on this man like crazy
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