#Spoiled rotten
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themiumiubarbie · 2 years ago
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how can u not?
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hecalledme-jagi · 8 months ago
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@cheritzteam seriously spoiled us Zen Stans this year 😭 IT FEELS LIKE ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE SEEN MY BEAUTIFUL BOY IN SUCH HIGH QUALITY.
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aunti-christ-ine · 2 months ago
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Real quote:
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Trump was so dumb & antisocial as a young man that his family sent him to military school upstate to keep it a secret in NYC.
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They donated to his schools for decades to keep grades a secret, and/or threatened lawsuits. He paid others to take his tests & barely reads. Low IQ, AF.
He punched his teachers & threw rocks at babies; at military acad he tried to shove his roommate out of a window.
He was maladjusted & violent w/a particular problem towards women/girls which played out on the shadows for the next many decades. He’s a violent predator.
Vote Blue.
- @caslernoel on Twitter
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Noel Casler does standup comedy for a living, but can be quite observant and intuitive at times -- as shown here.
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meowmiilk · 3 months ago
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m too excited to wait til it gets here to post about my haul !!! gonna be lamb dolly c:
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amalthea-felsblood · 3 months ago
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Marian ∘ "Oh my!"
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Estinien ∘ "Happy Birthday, my dearest."
Marian ∘ "What a lovely surprise. Thank you, my beloved."
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Estinien ∘ "And there's more. Come let us go to the markets…but first."
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Together they enjoyed quite a stroll through Ishgard, stopping at each stall, sharing stories, and just being each other's company. But Marian wanted nothing. She had everything she could ever want or need and more. ♡
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whumpshaped · 1 year ago
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re: the last post about being a trap for vampires
"Ah yes, an excellent trap," says Fitz, petting your head. "I may be able to escape handcuffs and water tanks and even that one almost fatal incident with the buried alive trick, but I am truly powerless to escape the lure of a human practically begging to be thralled."
He does a dramatic flourish in the direction of no one in particular, as though there is an audience watching. "Now all that's left for you to do to complete your magic trick is to shut those sleepy little eyes and fall completely under my spell. Do that, and I'll be powerless not to drink from you."
-- @oliversrarebooks
I push my head against his hand like a cat, smiling while he goes on monologuing and performing for a thankfully lacking audience. I love when he does that. It's so comforting. It's so relaxing to listen. I could listen to it all night, really.
I close my eyes when he tells me to, because why wouldn't I? It's a magic trick, and he's very good at those, so much better than I could ever be. He knows what he's doing. Besides, I could barely keep them open in the first place.
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c0kewh0re6969 · 8 months ago
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trump666traitor · 2 years ago
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TFG, Needs his diaper changed
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dr-george-ordell · 1 year ago
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ROTTEN LIKE SUGAR-COATED TEETH
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Aaron would never live his dirty little secret down if it ever got out.
He shuddered under his breath as the rough hands of the other man gently massaged him, large fingers pressing and applying a soothing amount of pressure upon his clothed back, creeping lower and lower. Aaron let out a low whine at this, squirming upon the satin sheets that he sat on.
"Not today Jack. I'm frankly exhausted." Aaron murmured out closing his eyes as the tension from his shoulder leaked out.
A voice from behind hummed. "Alright, my darling." The other man replied in a baritone rumble, hands travelling back up to undo the knots within his shoulder.
Aaron audibly swallowed, a heat glazing across his face at the sensation of feeling the light breath of vanilla upon the nape of his neck.
He missed that smell, having been cooped up in the quite dingy underground site-one, meeting barely any sunlight (probably non at all with how he was hunched over his computer for most of that time) and having no social interaction at all. Maybe with the guards perhaps, or other council members, but they all seemed to just eventually mould together into an amalgamation in his mind.
It was a morbid thought. But it didn't belong in the same place as the rich baroqe decor and mahogany furniture of the room. His thoughts were often unclean, unable to be rid of any kind of grey, gloomy glumness. But temporarily, he would put it in a box, lock away as the older man utterly spoiled him rotten.
New clothes? Aaron was bought the best one on demand, anomalous or not, even if he himself could easily order new ones with the click of his thumb. New jewellery he was eyeing up? Jack adorned him with twice the frilly and ornamental things, glittering rubies and glistening emeralds neatly placed upon him, as if he were a doll.
He was eyecandy, to be observed, praised, admired, quite literally sometime whenever Jack decided to paint him.
His jaw clenched in tension at particular memories, the other man's hand moving up and down his limbs, guiding him gently into certain poses. Always asking for permission to touch him when moving Aaron around to act as a pose model. Being so sickly sweet towards him with loving adoration, that Aaron found it more capitulating than the quite obviously dirty things Jack said to purposefully rile him up.
"Is it okay for me to touch you here? I need your words darling. Ah, thank you, your so pleasantly obedient, so good for me."
Aaron nervously crossed his legs at the memory of that certain painting. He had been wearing a rather gaudy eighteenth-century guard's costume that day. It was absolutely torturous to hear the thinly veiled flirting and the smooth, warm fingers just trailing above a layer of several clothes, seperating bare skin from the other.
He just hoped though that the council wouldn't find said oil paintings if Jack ever auctioned them off.
It'd be dastardly evil of that bastard to even attempt to do that anyways, as Aaron wouldn't be able to look at anyone in the eye if they found out the rather scandalous backstory that led to those hauntingly beautiful, eerie portraits.
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stonedshesays · 10 months ago
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I’m sad someone send me $100 :(
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thesadiestyle · 5 months ago
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Turns out I have a true lapdog after all. 🙄
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v0mit-d0lli · 6 months ago
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dewinabsentia · 10 months ago
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having pet snakes is cool until you spend $100 on some fucking branches
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amagnificentobsession · 1 year ago
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@sygneth thought I’d show you my little night whore (yeah, neutered still thinks he’s a stud) 🤦🏼‍♀️
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enithinggoes · 2 years ago
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Spoiled Rotten
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1-800-your-dad-loves-me · 2 years ago
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Victoria’s Secret haul from Dec. 1st
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