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x-heesy · 11 months ago
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Sw̵̡̦̲͓͉̟̼͍̑̉̀̓ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ǵ̷̦̈͐̓̀̉͌ ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘c̶̡̙̙̞̊̅̋́̒̔̈̑̑ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕:
Aʏʏ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Lᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ (ʙʀʀ, ʙʀʀ)
Tʜɪs ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ (ʙʀʀ, ʜᴇʏ, ʜᴇʏ)
Aʏʏ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Lᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
Iᴛ’s ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ (ʙʀʀ, ʙʀʀ, ʙʀʀ, ʜᴇʏ, ʜᴇʏ)
Cʀᴜɪsɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs
Wᴇ ɢᴏʀɪʟʟᴀs (sᴋʀʀᴛ, sᴋʀʀᴛ, sᴋʀʀᴛ)
I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ I ᴀᴍ, I’ᴍ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ‘ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ (ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ)
Nᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀɴɢ, ʙᴏʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ (ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ)
Fᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀs, ᴍᴀᴅ ‚ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I’ᴍ ᴀ ɴɪɢɢᴀ (ᴀʏʏ)
I ᴋɪʟʟ ‚ᴇᴍ, ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɴᴏ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀs (ɴᴏ ʜɪᴛᴛᴇʀs)
Mʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ʀɪᴄʜ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴ‘ ʜɪɢʜ-ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀs (ʜɪɢʜ-ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀs)
Cᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ, I’ᴍ ɴᴏ ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴏʀ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴᴇʀ
Tᴀʟᴋɪɴ‘ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴ‘ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ
Aʏʏ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ (ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ)
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Lᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
Tʜɪs ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ
Aʏʏ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Lᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
Iᴛ’s ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴ�� ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ, I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ
Tʜɪs ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ
Aʏʏ, ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Aɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ
I ᴀɪɴ’ᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ
I ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʏᴍᴇɴᴛ
Fᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ (ʙɪᴛᴄʜ)
Lᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ
Tʜɪs ᴀ Tᴀᴋᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢɢᴀs ᴛʀʏɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ sʜɪᴛ
@len0r @luna---zylum @bigbonzo @boanerges20
Br̵̠͖̂̀̄́́̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕ Sh̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅi̴̛̐͆��͕͍̤͂̇̈́̍̍͊t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐ b̵̧̙̮̰̜̳̟͈̞̓̀͋̅̓̔ͅy̵̧̛̝͙̪̘͑͋͌͂̓͌̉ͅ Jǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘s̶̢͎̮̝̭̫̞̏̒͛͗͜i̴̛͕͍̤̐͆͆͂̇̈́̍̍͊ǎ̸̹͔̅̈́͘h̶̨̢̺̪̻̱̞̓̓͊ͅ
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dougielombax · 10 months ago
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So….
What was the answer to that glass breaking logic puzzle in Ratchet & Clank 2?
Seriously. I need to know.
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courtneyshadowstorm · 1 year ago
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Teach me your ways
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chongoblog · 15 days ago
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Lol and also lmao
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redpapercraness · 3 months ago
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all four of my sonic 3 movie trailer redraws in one spot 🫡
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michameinmicha · 11 months ago
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Do you ever miss a character from a show but not like in the way that you want to rewatch the whole show because theres so much stuff going on and thats not what youre looking for but you miss your boy
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gableforks · 8 months ago
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Just a dream in which which I hit my old boss's expensive car with my beat up old van and I thought my life was ducking over but then I woke up and there was no crash and there was no boss. You are allowed to be scared of your destructive potential but if we're to scared to break some things we'll never find ourselves out of this nightmare, in a world that won't allow our nervous systems to rest regardless or whether or not were in real trouble
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maeamian · 4 months ago
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Part of the reason that Republicans are so desperately acting like they will never lose again is because they are deeply terrified that this is their last real chance to win. The big orange dipshit came in and gutted the party of everyone who wasn't a loyalist, which left it full of nasty little gremlins who have gaping voids where charisma and human decency is supposed to go.
They still hold a lot of power, but if we stop them this year the next presidential election may not be the Most Important One Of Your Life™, that's not a guarantee or anything, but if they don't win here and now their future looks grim, this dipshit is the only guy they have left and he's extremely diminished and has his brains leaking out of his ears at this point. We can beat him into the ground.
So that's what we're gonna fucking do. We're gonna break these fucking fash. They will crash upon us and we're gonna break their fucking necks. When they come for us they will lose because they're fucking losers and we have each other's backs which is something they fundamentally are incapable of comprehending.
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egophiliac · 22 days ago
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give yourself a chance to just chill whenever you can 👍
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girlcockholmes · 2 years ago
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vivitalks · 8 months ago
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(in a job interview) i guess if i had to say my one strength it would be skipping the ad break on a podcast episode on the first try. yeah there's no button i just guess the number of minutes and i'm always right. oh you meant like work strengths? none
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x-heesy · 3 months ago
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FЯΞДҜ ФЦΓ
Ayy, fuck you (bitch)
And the clique that you came with
I ain't for the bullshit
I just need my payment
Fuck you (bitch)
Leave your ass on the pavement (brr, brr)
This a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit (brr, hey, hey)
Ayy, fuck you (bitch)
And the clique that you came with
I ain't for the bullshit
I just need my payment
Fuck you (bitch)
Leave your ass on the pavement
It's a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit (brr, brr, brr, hey, hey)
Cruising down the street with my niggas
We gorillas (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I don't give a fuck where I am, I'm fuckin' villain (villain)
No, you can't hang, boy, you plain, you vanilla (you vanilla)
Fuck the one-percent of crackers, mad 'cause I'm a nigga (ayy)
I kill 'em, don't need no hitters (no hitters)
My niggas rich, makin' high-percenters (high-percenters)
Can't appreciate me, I'm no rookie or beginner
Talkin' to me crazy, you gon' make me turn to villain
Ayy, fuck you (bitch)
And the clique that you came with (fuck it up)
I ain't for the bullshit
I just need my payment
Fuck you (bitch)
Leave your ass on the pavement
This a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit
Ayy, fuck you (bitch)
And the clique that you came with
I ain't for the bullshit
I just need my payment
Fuck you (bitch)
Leave your ass on the pavement
It's a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up
I ain't for the bullshit, I just need my payment
Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it up
This a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit
Ayy, fuck you (bitch)
And the clique that you came with
I ain't for the bullshit
I just need my payment
Fuck you (bitch)
Leave your ass on the pavement
This a Takanami and my niggas tryna break shit 🤦🏽‍♂️
Break Shit by Jasiah @kattywompuss @bigbonzo
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the-phantom-peach · 1 month ago
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horrible art burnout so it’s 4 am and I’m scribbling Mouthwashing <3
they make my brain tired
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pjharvey · 1 month ago
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his ex gf who was 18-19 when they dated is going to get so much flack for this and she’s going to get the courtney love treatment where people make this out to be Her Fault except even worse bc she was actually a victim of stalking from him and he died by either suicide or an accident resulting from intoxication right after she took legal action against him. horrible horrible horrible
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dougielombax · 10 months ago
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The idea of a rage room terrifies me for some reason.
Idk why.
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shotmrmiller · 3 months ago
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your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.
you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.
apparently it wasn't.
after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)
you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.
his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.
then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.
he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.
"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.
praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?
"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."
that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.
but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.
"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."
you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.
"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"
he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.
"bloody fuckin' 'ell."
ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.
he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.
"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."
your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.
something you want him to keep hitting.
"exactly like i'd thought."
everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.
(inside o' ya, make you mine-)
(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)
(-ll to myself-)
you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.
(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)
if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.
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