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alrightstartingscene · 2 months ago
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cuz im curious and don’t know what else to do w myself
mine was in the shower!!
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wathanism · 8 months ago
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alright gang, let's do a fun little thought experiment.
which city would biden have to completely annihilate before you decide not to vote for him?
for the sake of this thought experiment, let's ignore actual real-world alliances between countries. it can be london, or paris, or athens, or barcelona, or rome, or berlin, or even an american city like new york or new orleans or los angeles or honolulu. this is all a hypothetical after all.
really consider it. if you're gonna bother to yap in my notes, at least try to engage with this question in good faith. imagine opening up the news, and you see that a bomb was dropped on this city, and then the bombs never stop. imagine you had a friend there. imagine you'd had a trip planned to meet them and see the sights. imagine every museum, every historical monument, every theatre, every university destroyed. imagine that one day, you lived in a world where this city existed, and the next, it has completely ceased to be. it's effectively been pompeii-ed out of our world entirely. there is no longer a big ben, or a parthenon, or a colosseum, or what have you. there is no longer that foreign musician you loved from this city. there are no longer sweet old grannies to share old family recipes from this part of the world. there is no longer the online friend you wanted to visit. there is no longer your vacation plans.
don't hit me with, "but it's netanyahu doing this," because israel would literally run out of ammunition in weeks without the US. don't hit me with, "but trump!" because that quite literally is not the fucking question.
which city has to completely cease to exist before you even consider that this system isn't ever going to work?
if you are still planning to vote for biden, then either a) biden could drop a nuke on any city on earth and it wouldn't be a dealbreaker for you, or b) in your mind, people and places are divided into ones that are acceptable to destroy and ones that are not. or at least, there are ones that are more acceptable to destroy than others.
come up with your answer and either realize you sound like a fascist and work to change it, or embrace that you are a fascist and stop lying to us about caring about people of color.
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ahollowgrave · 3 months ago
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-- birthday girl.
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lelio · 8 months ago
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Less than 24 hours until they hit the Pentagon
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loonsloon · 1 month ago
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@rosekillermicrofic december 3 -sparkle, snow- words: 330 cw: MCD
Barty never really cared for winter that much. Not that he preferred it to summer—it just didn’t matter to him when one season blurred into the next. When it came to spring, it's flowers didn’t catch his attention; he thought they looked dull compared to Evan, especially when Pandora weaved them into Evan’s hair. Evan’s rosy cheeks were brighter than any bloom could ever be.
Summer wasn’t much different. The only time it brought him joy was that one year when Evan and him went swimming. That was when Barty realized Evan’s blue eyes were far more endless than the reflection and sparkle of the sky on the rising waves. Fall didn’t mean much to him either. But there was that day when Evan lay in a bed of fallen leaves, laughing at something Barty had said. In that moment, Barty decided no shade of amber or crimson could ever match the warmth and beauty of Evan’s laughter.
So, if you’d asked Barty back then whether he cared about the seasons, he would have told you no. What he cared about was Evan—and how everything else seemed lifeless next to him. To Barty, Evan was ethereal. His cheeks were spring, a field of warm, vibrant flowers. His eyes were summer, deep and boundless like the ocean. His laugh was fall, carefree and light as the swirling leaves.
But now it was winter. And oh, how Barty hated winter.
Back then, he would’ve told you no amount of snow could dull Evan’s glow. But this year, winter had turned against him. Because now, lying there in the snow, was his Evan.
Evan wasn’t blushing anymore. His blue eyes no longer sparkled, and his laughter was silent. The snow was melting, and with it, it seemed to take Evan too—draining his warmth, his color, until his complexion was almost as pale as the frost surrounding him.
Barty hated winter. Because winter had stolen Evan’s colors, leaving only the cold behind.
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gosmigenergy · 3 months ago
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KINKTOBER 2024 / Day One
HANDJOBS / TEMPERATURE PLAY / BREAST WORSHIP (@absurdthirst)
Starring: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader
Summary: When you decide to tag along with Francisco, his idea of a regular fishing trip changes when you take advantage of the quiet surroundings.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No use of Y/N, drinking/alcohol, swimming in open water, language, alludes to struggling to swim/drowning (reader just panics, it doesn’t occur), handjob.
Word Count: 2.7k
Author’s Notes: Hello, I’m back for another Kinktober! Just to let you know, these may be a little sporadic, I’ve struggled to get into the writing mood this year but I’ll deliver what I can. Also I couldn’t make my mind up on a list so I’ll be flicking between two prompt lists, anyway, enjoy 😘
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Frankie always did these trips on his lonesome.
He’d rent a little cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by vast lakes, and drive miles to get there. It was an escape from the hustle and bustle of trying to get by, allowed him peace of mind from all the shit that was going on and most importantly, it took him away from his vices.
He didn’t mind his own company but when you offered, he couldn’t say no.
“Are you sure? It might get a little boring.”
You saw the tips of his ears turn pink as he nervously played with the peak of his cap.
After everything he’d been through, getting busted, losing his pilot license and that trip with the boys he won’t say anything about, you thought he could use the company. You were sure he was using the term boring to deter you from going.
It was the fourth day and, unbeknown to him, you were indeed getting a little bored.
When you first met Frankie, you though his nickname had come from the fact that, occasionally, he’d look at you with his big brown eyes and his plump lips parted, decorated with patchy whiskers. Part of that was true, it also turns out, the man loves to fish.
He did pretty well on the first couple of days, cooking his catches for breakfast, lunch and dinner but today, he wasn’t having so much luck.
You had taken the trip as an opportunity to switch off as much as you could, the lack of signal in every location a godsend. You hadn’t checked your emails since the moment you got to the cabin, hadn’t looked at the screen to see your notifications and even though you’d taken photographs, you hadn’t posted them online.
When you got ready in the morning, you dressed in the loosest pieces you had, did the shortest skin care routine possible and left with no makeup. You mostly read on the blanket and cushions next to Frankie’s fold away stool, every now and again going for a walk in the wilderness, inhaling the fresh air deeply.
He sighed exasperated and your ears caught the whir of the fishing line.
“Nothing biting?”
He grunted.
Peeking up from the pages of your book, you could see the curls flicking from underneath his battered old cap, his wide shoulders hunched. He looked so broad on that tiny stool he perched on, his legs spread out for him to be comfortable.
You blink as you come back to where you are.
“Why don’t you take a break?”
The stones on the bank crunched under his hiking boots as he stood up, heading to the one cooler to pull out a beer. He instinctively grabs two and joins you on the blanket, pulling the tabs of the can before holding one out to you.
“Thanks,” you say as you push yourself off your front.
Once you sit with your ass firmly to a cushion, you take it from him, your fingers brushing his. You feel the heat come to your cheeks so you turn your head back to the lake as you take a sip.
“What you reading?”
He lifts his chin to your discarded book.
“Just a romance novel.”
His brows furrow, “It’s not one of those smutty ones, is it?”
You were on fire.
“Maybe,” the word squeaks.
“Can’t be better than the real thing though, can it?”
“I dunno,” you look at him as he leans back and admires the view. “Sometimes.”
He chuckles, “You’re sleeping with the wrong people, hermano.”
It was in your best interest to change the subject before you said anything stupid.
You didn’t know whether Frankie felt the same about you as you did him. When you met, you were immediately drawn to his big brown eyes and his laugh could bounce off the walls. His shyness melted away the more he got to know you, he was witty, unreserved. Sure, there were moments where the quietness returned, moments like this but it was comfortable.
“D’you think I could go for a swim?”
He shrugged, “Probably.”
As he drove the truck in, he didn’t see any signs to say you couldn’t, the pair of you hadn’t seen another human being in hours.
Hauling yourself up, you pull the tie of your drawstring trousers, kicking off your shoes.
“You bring a swimsuit?”
“Nope.”
You shrugged off your cardigan and let it fall to a puddle at your feet. Hooking your thumbs under the waistline of your trousers, you shove the fabric past your hips and abandon them with the rest of your clothes.
Frankie couldn’t help sneaking a look.
The knickers you wore were simple but the elastic followed the curve of your ass perfectly, the high cut elevating the length of your legs. He swallowed, cursing himself, he shouldn’t have looked.
You don’t even notice but he repositions himself in case you do.
Keeping on your baby tee, you tread carefully towards the water’s edge.
“It’s gonna be cold,” he calls.
You already gathered that as the chill hit your toes and sent a shiver all the way through your body. Taking a breath, you took another step and then another before you squealed as you went deeper into the water.
He laughed as he does, chest shaking as his smile broadens to show his teeth.
“How is it?”
Once the initial cold had sunk into your skin, it was quite refreshing. The water was crisp and clear, as you waded through the lake floor darkened into a deep turquoise.
“You should join me.”
“No thanks,” he drinks his beer. “Don’t go too far.”
“I won’t.”
You paddled around for a while longer, coming close to the edge before you flip onto your back and float aimlessly.
Frankie kept his eye on you, watched as your body drifted back and forth, the smile constant on his lips. Your book pages danced in front of him as a light breeze whistled over the lake, the leaves on the trees rustling softly.
It called to him.
Picking it up, he looked at the cover first. Pictured was a woman dressed in white with notable pointed ears and a fangs, behind was a wolf against a night sky. The opening line of the blurb suggested a ‘dangerous alliance’ and a ‘new paranormal romance’ and in all honesty, he didn’t expect it from you. He put down his beer, choosing to read the first few lines to see all the fuss was about.
He guessed you were enjoying yourself and you were.
You had started to swim again, having drifted further out than you expected, hoping you could get back to the bank without Frankie realising. He had his head in your book anyway. The water rippled gently as you kept your limbs under the surface, head held high. You continued to ignore the odd tickle, believing you were just going through some weeds. It wasn’t until something definitely brushed your shin and you caught the silhouette as it swam away. 
Your scream made him jump.
“You alright?”
He glances over the book, you’re a little far out than he’d like.
“Something touched my leg,” you cry.
You position yourself upright, swirling your arms to keep steady as you breathe, attempting to calm your pounding heart. After a few moments, you carry on swimming however the fear had entered your system.
The instant another unknown thing touch your skin, you panicked.
“Frankie… Frankie, help me!”
“Shit.”
He was up on his feet with the first call of his name, hearing the urgency in your tone. Throwing the book down, he hurries to the bank and scrambles to get his shoes off.
You’re floundering, your mind not processing what it needed to remain afloat. The lake bed was a fraction too deep for you to plant your feet and have your head above the surface and all you could think about was the mysterious creature taking you under like how the sirens did the sailors.
“Querida, kick your feet.”
You whimper as you follow his instruction, his voice alarmingly cool. His hands come to your wrists to stop you from thrashing, the gentle squeeze causing your eyes to open.
“Just breathe, I got you.”
He breathes with you, drawing your frame closer to his. Your hands reach for his shoulders and he allows you to place your palms on his bare skin. He delivers the faintest of nods as he lets go, spreading his arms out so he can keep the both of you floating.
You press your body to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.
When your feet finally find the floor, you still hug yourself to his side and he only lets go of you to grab the blanket. You pick one of the discarded cushions and sit down as he throws it over your shoulders, wandering back to pick up his clothes and boots.
No longer distracted by your impending danger, you realise Frankie had stripped down to his briefs. The sodden fabric clung to every muscle, outlining the curve of his butt cheeks and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, fully aware that he was turning around.
And even he couldn’t hide that cock.
You swallowed thickly as the saliva built in your mouth, your desire present between your legs as he approached you. Shrugging the blanket off your shoulder, you offer him a space next to you, you wouldn’t allow him to freeze on account of your stupidity.
He plucked his cap from the ground before huddling near, your thighs touching only turning you on more.
Neither of you spoke.
The goosebumps arrived all over your skin, your nipples visibly pert under your wet tee and you were trying to decipher whether it was the cold or something else. His arm slips behind your back, a hand coming to your waist as he pulls you close and tightens the blanket around your forms.
He starts to rub his hand up and down to build the warmth between you. Your head drops to his shoulder and you close your eyes, focusing on the smallest details. His callous fingertips as the follow your outline, his heartbeat slowing to it’s normal pace, his breath dancing over your hair.
Then you do something stupider.
Frankie froze when your hand landed softly on his inner thigh.
His breath hitched as you stroked your thumb until his initial surprise faded, he sighed.
You carried on up his leg, your pinkie finger grazing the edge of his brief that clung to his muscle.
Part of him knew he should stop you, that maybe this was just adrenaline coursing through your veins but he’d wanted this for so long. He could never find the to speak his truth, the two of you got on like a house on fire and he was worried that if he admitted it, the walls would come crumbling down.
Instead, he found his free hand enveloping yours.
“Frankie,” you whisper, pausing as you think of your words carefully. “Can I —“
“Please,” he says breathily.
You giggle excitably as you climb over and come to your knees between his legs. Slipping a hand into his briefs, you cup his heavy balls before kneading them gently.
He releases an audible exhale, adjusting the blanket so it came over your shoulders and hid his dignity. His eyes flitted around your surroundings, military instincts scoping out the area because it would be his luck for someone to interrupt this.
The coast is clear and he relaxes, leaning back on his hands.
You roll his balls a few more times before extending your index finger, teasing the base of his cock. It twitched, stiffening further at the pleasure of finally receiving someone else touch. You let go, both hands wrapping around the waist and tug them to unleash his length.
The tips of his ear begin to burn and he drops his head to hide his blushing cheeks, his cap covering his face, the Standard Oil logo flashing at you.
You don’t mind, continuing to explore what was in front of you.
You draw a single finger up his shaft, feeling every groove, every vein until you reached the tip. There was already a bead of precum weeping, you scoop it with your thumb and spread the hot liquid over the head.
He juddered.
“Is this ok?”
Your thumb still circles his flushing tip.
“Uh-huh.”
You smile to yourself, hearing the roughness in his tone. Leaning forward, you push a string of spit from your mouth and let it dribble over his cock, a gratifying hum rumbling up from his chest.
Wrapping your hand around his girth, you slowly start to pump your hand.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
He meets your eyes as his head comes up for air. After seeing the blown irises, you see his gaze drop from your face to your breasts and though they’re covered, he can see the faintest jiggle as your movements quicken.
Transfixed, he doesn’t see your hand twist, your delicate fingers tightening around him.
The sound he makes is something mixed with laughter and annoyance. He could easily cum in your hand right now yet he’d waited so fucking long, he was going to edge no matter what trick you pulled. Even it that was the fingertips of your free hand tickling at his balls before your palm grabbed him roughly.
You had no idea what he just said as he slurred a profanity in his second language.
He couldn’t stay mad at you, not when you batted your eyelashes and smiled innocently. The contortion on his face loosened yet the knot in his brows remained.
His muscles grew tense as you worked him, his volume only increasing.
Releasing his balls, you placed your hand underneath the other, halting your movements with one firm squeeze. He whined, his hips trying to pry his cock from your hands, he didn’t want this to end but the knot was straining in his stomach.
You gave a few leisurely strokes before pumping him hard.
His chin fell to his chest as he panted, his stomach caving inward before he came with an extended groan. His hot seed spread over your hands as you worked him more and more to gain every drop, droplets spreading into his pubes and across his navel.
He didn’t have the strength to lift his head.
You looked at your hands, the cum coating the skin, your fingers sticking together. Your tongue flicks over your lips as you fail to resist trying a taste. Sticking an entire index finger in your mouth, you roll your tongue and his sharp flavour soaks into your tastebuds.
Eyes are on you.
You meet his bashful expression, blinking at him as you release your finger with a pop.
“You gonna finish that?”
You giggle, “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat it all by myself.”
He gives a hearty laugh before he shows signs of concern.
“We should get you back before you catch a cold.”
“I’ll clean myself up.”
You rise and let the blanket fall onto his lap.
Frankie hated to see his cum get washed away but that called for better, warmer circumstances. He watched as you squatted at the water’s edge and swilled your hands, shivering as you stood back up.
“Come and change your shirt.”
You race over and tuck your frame under the blanket. Bracing yourself, you peel of the damp fabric and toss it to the side. The goosebumps spread over your bare body quickly, your nipples getting harder but he’s already guiding your head into his own t-shirt. He helps you get your arms through the holes before leaning back to admire you.
“It suits you,” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Thanks.”
He lifted his legs and fought to get his briefs off, reaching for his cargo pants. Worming his way into them, he jumped up to button them up, hiding any evidence of what just occurred. He offered a hand to you.
And you knew when you took it, this whole trip was going to get even more interesting.
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hailsatanacab · 2 months ago
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chapter three!!
did you guys survive chapter 2? Danny did!! if only barely 😬
there's markedly less gore in this chapter, thank goodness, and now Alfred gets to explain what on earth he was thinking about signing a contract like that??? Alfred??? Explain???
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shirogane-oushirou · 3 months ago
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hi hi hi :3c i'm aaaaaaalmost caught up on my dash after a couple of weeks of spotty appearances and a couple of weeks of being Straight Up Offline, and then i'll catch up on peoples' art and fics!! i miss being on here!! hi hi hi hi hi!!!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻
(also i have been Pondering over a ren sentient a.i desktop buddy AU while i've been gone bc. i'm a sucker for that shit. dunno if it'll go anywhere but for now i'm playing touys and it's fun hehehe if you see a new tag at some point then that means i'm keeping him sjndfkn)
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dandyshucks · 4 days ago
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???? tumblr fucking sniped my personal sideblog on my main account, holy shit ??? i do not know what to do about that. wtf. idk what i even would've done "wrong" to have that happen other than use a vpn. i switched from n.ord to pr.oton literally just yesterday so ... that is verrrry curious...
but I'm just trying not to panic or feel too gutted but like. please,,, my sideblog,,, my silly little playspace,,,, why would they do that 😭 I'm scared to post anywhere now bc idk what they're going to snipe next !!!
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mememan93 · 8 months ago
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Tumblr users when the character has character flaws:
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inadeqcies · 2 months ago
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○    NOW DELIVERING TO . . .    ⏤ @ofvolatile !
" i know you . " ricardo says , as way of greeting . his eyes are slits as he eyes the man before him in apprehension . there is a familiarity there . it isn't until ricardo sees the long scar across the man's neck that a slow smirk infiltrates his face . " right wing ice hockey player for canucks bleeds out on ice rink . " ricardo remembers the headline like it was yesterday . " pretty sure people had bets on you dying . " ricardo doesn't believe in miracles but it is mighty impressive that this man somehow lived . ricardo's eyes flicker over the puckered scar again then at the man . his smile doesn't meet his eyes or let up . " you kinda became a nothing after that , huh ? "
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mellohiizz · 2 months ago
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are you doing okay? you've been getting a lot of asks lately lol. plz remember to eat snack, and that its okay to delete asks that you don't want to answer (including this one lol)
leilanising <3
hiii yeah, sorry, i'm taking a little bit of a break for my own mental health at the moment and i barely open tumblr anyway right now. just poppin up to let ppl know i'm okay since i've been getting asked this by a couple of people in my inbox too lol. i have some irl things i need to figure out how to deal with, but i'm mostly okay.
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arvadthecursed · 2 months ago
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Hi everyone. This isn't an easy post to make, but it needs to be done.
I have decided to rehome Stella.
There's a lot I haven't told you guys about the situation with her. I was worried you'd think I was disgusting, a slob, a pig. But I want to give you all the context for this decision.
About two months ago, my parents decided to try and see if using a crate upstairs would help Stella acclimate better, by giving her a safe spot where the boys couldn't get to her. This was a disaster.
Stella quit using her litter box entirely. At first I was worried she had another blockage, so I took her to the vet. She was slightly constipated so she got some medicine. I thought that might help.
I had bought an air mattress a few weeks previously, as Stella had urinated on my mattress and I was concerned I couldn't use it anymore. Stella used my air mattress as a place to use the bathroom. It got worse from there.
I will spare you all the details. But over the course of the last month and a half, my room was basically destroyed. Besides the air mattress, my actual mattress is completely ruined. I'd thought I might be able to save it, but she urinated on it several more times as well as had BMs on it. I had posted pictures of her in my yarn cubby, thinking if was cute at the time. That yarn is ruined, and the cubby is, too. And my carpet will have to be replaced from how she used it. There is basically no way to salvage my room as it is.
She has had behavioral issues like this before, where I did something that upset her and in response she would use the bathroom on, usually, my bed -- but never this drastic. Each time I would clean up, try to fix what I'd done, and accept that this was part of my life now.
I paid my sister to clean my room for me, which she did and I'm grateful, I couldn't even think about my room without crying bc of how awful it was -- but my room is still a disaster zone. I can't sleep in there because it smells like, well, a litter box, and that will make me sick. It's a vicious cycle. I can't be down there too long to try and fix her behaviors, so her behaviors continue.
I have accepted that I can't give Stella what she needs here. I can't care for her like she needs.
I have spent more than $1500 on her vet bills, I've tried changing her litter box and litter multiple times. I bought a stainless steel water fountain for her because I was worried she wasn't drinking enough water. I have read countless articles, watched videos, consulted my vet over and over. I was worried it was a health problem bc she has struggled with those. But... It's a behavior. And it's a behavior I cannot cope with.
I've spent the last month and a half trying to cope. I've been spending time with her as much as possible and as much as I can tolerate. I've tried to redirect her behaviors. And I have to accept that I can't do this anymore.
Stella deserves far better, someone who can be with her all the time (or close to it) in a household where she's the only animal and can be the focus of attention.
It breaks my heart. It really does. I've cried every day for the last several days. I've second-guessed myself, I've beat myself up. In some ways, I feel like I'm failing her, like I'm giving up on her. But I have to do what's right for her, and I can't be what she needs.
I'm going to be contacting a few rescues on Monday to see if they can take her or recommend a foster. I don't want her going back into a shelter. At her age, with her health problems, that would be a death sentence, and I can't do it to her. She spent more than 7 years of her life in a shelter. I don't want her to have to go back.
I'm sorry. I know this is heavy, and it's not what anyone wants to hear. I feel horrible about this. Like I said, there's part of me that feels like I have completely failed her. But I know I can't give her what she needs. It breaks my heart into pieces and I'm starting to cry writing this post.
I didn't want to just stop posting about her and you guys not know what happened. I am going to make sure she goes into good hands, to someone who can care for her like she needs to be cared for. And in my own selfish way, I needed to vent, bc I have cried so much over the last month and a half as months of my items being used as a litter box has worn me down -- especially not being able to sleep in my own bed for several months now, and my room for the last month and a half.
I will let you all know when I find her somewhere/someone to care for her.
I will likely not be replying to anything on this post or ask about it, at least not for the time being. My heart hurts. It feels heavy in my chest whenever I think about her. I need time to heal and process this. I do not make this decision lightly at all.
Thank you for reading.
Millie
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cartoonrival · 1 year ago
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round of applause for b2(wnb) and for giving naruto a mullet
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chenyuvale · 1 year ago
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baizhluc masterpost :D
this is Everything baizhu x diluc ive created :>
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( last one was a collab i did with @leowopard, who did the lineart/sketch and all i did was color :> )
( was asked to tag @thew1tness so here's ur tag :D )
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mappingthesky · 3 months ago
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me looking for the pics of Jane with a vape.. for a friend
LMAOOO she’s just discreetly holding it in some of the m&g pics from this australia tour. it’s actually very insane that i noticed it. i just think it’s extra silly that it’s yellow (it HAS to be a banana flavor i’ll bet anything)
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