#he is ours
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fangirlforeversthings · 6 months ago
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Attack of the clones obi wan belongs to the girls.💞
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eddiebuckley-diaz · 2 years ago
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The firefam when Jonah walked into the 118 station: bad. bad apple. NO 😡
The firefam when Ravi walked into the 118 station: precious. Good egg. must adopt immediately 🥰
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trennoandgreggo · 10 months ago
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"First one zu Hause" 😭😭😭❤️🫂🫂
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girldraki · 6 months ago
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wrenchwenches · 6 months ago
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narwhalsarefalling · 5 months ago
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my (cis) brother is using my old license to buy wine and it has the gender marker F on there. so whenever he gets asked he just says “oh i’m trans”. its literally worked every single time.
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nat-20s · 6 months ago
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name a more iconic thing to happen for the fictional qpr community than Donna Noble quite literally meeting her soulmate and being like hmm. there's no one I've ever wanted to fuck less
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fast-andthe-curious · 9 days ago
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sadclowncentral · 7 days ago
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i drunkenly scheduled a friendly brawl with an acquaintance of mine and we both completely forgot about it. that is until we were sitting next to each other in class and both of us get google calendar alert that reads VIOLENCE AGAINST LEW i about lost my fucking mind. what do you mean violence against me.
and then i fucking remembered i completely shitfaced told him to send me an invite to the brawl and even more that i insisted to type something into the notes of the meeting to make it look "less worse" and he opens the invite and it just says PREMEDITATED. most sinister calendar event ever created i laughed so hard i cried
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doctorsiren · 2 months ago
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Gravity Falls AU where everything is exactly the same except Bill’s parents are alive and well, and they’re just so proud of their chaotic dream demon son
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anna-scribbles · 5 months ago
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so this summer i am nannying a 5 year old who loves miraculous ladybug (my dream) & every day she asks if we can play ladybug and chat noir at the park. these are some comics based on our various games<3
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edlucavalden · 3 months ago
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Learning to eat with your hands.
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trennoandgreggo · 2 years ago
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HE IS A LEGEND ALREADY
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maeamian · 2 months ago
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If you saw me agreeing with being annoyed about wasted helium in a fictional context and were like "I bet she has some more helium based anger in her life" good news LAPD fucked up a raid on a medical facility they thought was a pot farm and flat out ruined thousands of gallons of the stuff.
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slater-baby · 5 months ago
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Simon Riley x f!Reader
Simon’s the type of guy to have your contact name in his phone as just “wife” — like an actual caveman.
No emojis, no capitals, no nothing. Just “wife.”
The first time the 141 happen to see it, they nearly laugh themselves into a stupor. It’s quite the image, imagining skull-faced Simon Riley plodding around the house, snarling the words “woman” and “wife” with all the testosterone and wolfish pride of some brutish working man.
But to Simon, it’s much simpler than that.
“Self-explanatory,” he’d explain, offended that they’d think of him so lowly, “She’s my wife. Mine. Ain’t nobody else’s. Anybody who’s got a problem wit’ me callin’ her the title I gave her can right well piss off.”
Though, that’s not to say the 141 are exactly wrong. In fact, you kind of like how pushy and red-blooded Simon can get sometimes…especially in between the sheets.
“C’mon, girl,” he grunts, slapping the fat of your ass hard enough to leave a red hand print on your skin, “Want me to be yours? Want this cock to be yours, huh?”
“Yes,” you mewl, grabbing bruising handfuls of the sheets.
“Then fucking prove it to me,” He growls, “C’mon, make yourself cum on my cock—fuckin’ prove that I’m yours,” he yanks you up with a hand in your hair, a snarl between his lips, “Faster, love, c’mon—I ain’t got all fuckin’ day.”
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