#its so gay its uber gay

[usiel21]

So, so, so, so, so so, soooooooo... You're telling me that Wednesday who has a colour allergy is placed in a dorm with THE MOST colourful girl around by a principal who considered Wednesday's allergy with a specially tailored uniform???

Morticia knew. She knew before any of them and made sure that Wednesday was placed with Enid. She knew that their destinies were intertwined.

She knew the girl was destined to become an Addams.

Wednesday and Gomez had similar looks of horror upon seeing the room and Enid whilst Morticia and Weems were smiling, don't tell me that there wasn't a plan there 🤣

[tommygotwrittenoff]

my favorite thing about bt is when there's an opportunity for buck and t to have a deeper connection, but then t just shuts it down. like, go girl, give us nothing!!!!

[angelsaxis]

im not opposed to gay bars of course because i understand the history and significance of them, but by god we need somewhere thats just gay people and where we can have fun but that doesnt involve alcohol. i live in the suburbs i have to drive everywhere.

[theserpentsadvocate]

You know, I've seen this going around several times, and the information appended is great, it needs to be out there, but it always really bothers me that no one is addressing the utter disingenuousness of the question. I'm sure someone could say it better than me, but I can't find anyone who has, so here I go.

So listen, this may not be something that has never happened. Maybe somewhere, sometime, someone was like, 'ah, whoops, I forgot to tell you I'm HIV-positive before we had sex, so I'll tell you now!'. Human experience is vast, or whatever.

But broadly speaking (and acknowledging my limitations as an HIV-negative person who's never had partnered sex), I feel pretty safe saying this doesn't happen.

Almost no one is going to forget to tell a sex partner they're HIV-positive. They might chose not to because they're afraid, or ashamed, or the stigma is just too strong. They might chose not to because they think the person already knows. They might chose not to because they don't care or don't care enough about other people's safety - this is a pernicious (and often homophobic) stereotype about HIV+ people, so I don't want to encourage it as the default assumption, but that doesn't mean it never happens, and marginalized people can be all the same kinds of shitty as anyone else - but my understanding is that most people with HIV take potential transmission very seriously, especially now that there are steps a potential partner can take (like PrEP) to further reduce their risk. (Or they might not inform someone because their viral load is at undetectable levels and they are therefore functionally unable to infect someone through sex, because treatment has advanced to a level where that's possible.)

Someone who does forget to inform their partner (maybe they have memory issues, it could happen), or otherwise realizes only after sex or potential exposure that the other person didn't know (miscommunication, other person straight-up wasn't paying attention, whatever), is almost certainly not going to be all 'oh, I forgot to tell you', because 1.) the vast majority of people would probably be horrified at the idea of having potentially exposed someone unknowingly and 2.) HIV+ people are not infrequently victims of violence in such scenarios. Maybe they would have a very serious conversation. Maybe they would put physical distance between themselves and the other person and then send an email or a note. Maybe they would say nothing - not an amazing choice, but understandable if you're in fear for your life. But I'm pretty sure almost no one would go, 'Oh, hey, I forgot! I'm HIV-positive. Now you know. XD'

This question posits a truly unlikely scenario that seems calculated to feed some truly hateful and even dangerous stereotypes and myths about HIV+ people - that they're careless to the point of absurdity about other people's health, that they're inherently irresponsible, and most of all that they're some kind of trap waiting to spring up and close on 'regular' people. It's an intensely serophobic gotcha question, because there's no way to answer it that doesn't accept the premise of 'yes, that could happen'. Even the well-intentioned response above falls into that trap.

[bonefarm]

The notes on a recent post got me thinking

By nature, I’m a fan of having 2 beers and meeting strangers at a bar somewhere you’ve never been, which is a thing that we don’t do in 2023 between COVID and being afraid of one another because of the prevalence of gun violence and regular violence and misdirected road rage and the million other little deadly social erosions of the past 10 years or so.

You have got to let go of this idea that any place is a complete nothing-burger full of nothing-people.

You have to.

Its vitally important that you navigate that airport with a stranger in Denver and realize he’s got a tattoo of lyrics from your favorite song. To sing House of the Rising Sun with four people you’ve known for 2 hours (and somehow managed to get into the DNCs private bar with) in the back of an Uber in DC when it’s pissing rain and entirely too cold for your southern blood. It’s important to cooperate and solve problems together and go about it laughing and singing. We are silly little creatures that love a puzzle and a story.

It’s also important to flee a tornado in the back of a shitty red pickup at pride in Oklahoma City and feel the sky break wide-open against the lazy /tick-lok/ /tick-lok/ of the windshield wipers while racing down what once was Rte 66. Its important to know that in the face of creeping fascism that place, of all places, has entire gay neighborhoods. It’s important to wake up in an apartment high, high up in NYC and watch the sun through the buildings and boulevards and watch the glorious great goddamn of that impossible number of people all cooperating and all not. To say Hyoo-stun, that way, on purpose just to get a rise of your born and bred NY friend who does NOT think you’re funny but will make coffee for you.

You need to see a beach full of people cautiously approaching and flinching away from a floating, dead horseshoe crab on Tybee Island, Georgia the way any troupe of wild animals approaches an unknown alien thing. Cows in a field, fish in the ocean flinching from a diver. Little children squealing and wide eyed behind their parents legs. You need to be the person that walks out and picks it up and watches the rest of the crowd creep in to investigate.

I don’t get to travel a lot in the way that most people do, when I go to a place it’s usually because something bad has happened there, but I have found it universally true that most people just want to tell you a story or show you a picture on their phone of the craziest thing they’ve ever seen and they don’t particularly care who you are or what your accent is. Sometimes they do, and those people suck, but those people are not the majority.

Sometimes if you let an old redneck talk he’ll tell you everything you never wanted to know about forensic accounting. Sometimes you’ll meet someone in the middle of the biggest city in the US who knows everything about show pigs. I’ve been to the smallest Kansas towns and the biggest cities in the US and I’ve found none of them were full of nothing.

[begebege28]

Let’s talk about how they say buck was in the wrong during the date and was “pushing Tommy back in the closet” how? Literally how? Because Buck, who just was kissed by his first male, DAYS AGO, is just trying to figure out what happened and what it all means. He’s on the date so he CAN see… is he gay? Is he bi? Is he queer? Like. Give him a second…. Tommy who has been out for a while, should have given him some grace. Especially after buck said “this is my first date with a dude, every June i put a pride flag on insta bio.. ally”. Tommy faces looked like “OH…” I’m pretty sure Tommy caught on, like, He’s fresh into this. so of course when buck sees his best friend, he’s not going to immediately come out and say he’s on a date because HE HIMSELF IS FIGURING IT OUT WHAT IT ALL MEANS….its not rocket science. Tommy then made the “joke” comment. Like really? Tommy HAD the right to end the date early, no one disputes that. It’s HOW he did it. He led buck on. Tommy CONTINUED to stay on the date after Eddie left. Tommy immediately after EXITING, ordered an Uber, continued to lead buck on thinking they were going to go to the movies. He had his hand on his back. And then it was RIGHT BEFORE he entered in the car, when he told Buck. That’s a POS move. So after the “hot chicks” comments, he was out? Nothing happened after Eddie and Marisol left that was good? It’s the same argument with why didn’t Tommy tell Eddie he was gay? He was with Eddie after hanging out with him for like 2 weeks? Hmm… oh wait, it’s because TOMMY WASN’T READY to share that part of him. just like buck wasn’t ready. Tommy has been out for years. Buck was just kissed by a male, days ago. On HIS first date with a male. Then they made Buck APOLOGIZE to Tommy. For what? This is what pissed me off the most. Simply because he wasn’t ready and trying to figure himself out. It would be PUSHING Tommy back IN IF, buck wanted to continue to keep Tommy a secret for weeks, etc. but again, him being kissed by Tommy and the date, and the coffee date, happened in the span of MAYBE 3-4 days.

[that-sea-sponge]

DC Pride Covers.

Just checking in to see if that canonically straight dude is getting a pride cover this year, like always. Yeah, yeah that super bendy, macho, uber straight and definitely not gay or bi or pan even is so queer coded that he gets a cover this year too. Nightwing, buddy, its 2024. You can come out now.

[sgiandubh]

Saint Cillian and the photoshoot

I haven't watched Peaky Blinders and I am not really planning to. By the same token, I am still pondering if losing three hours with Oppenheimer is a brilliant plan or a desperate patch for a long, rainy Sunday afternoon. Hell, I even have no idea if it's still shown anywhere in Athens and have plenty of other things to get myself busy with. So I can't tell you anything about Cillian Murphy's acting abilities - besides the obvious 'he's been around for quite some time now, and not too shabby', I have absolutely no idea.

Two days ago, the UK edition of the GQ magazine proclaimed Murphy 'The Man of the Moment' and celebrated it with a substantial photoshoot you can peruse here: https://www.instagram.com/p/C3S27bfgO1X/?igsh=aGYweGg5bWpkOWo4

Yes, it should totally ring a bell:

Phew...

Or... uhm, this uber cringey...

Now imagine I am the not-so-friendly diplomat in Mars Attacks and I know next to nothing about gender on Planet Earth. Remember (LOL)?

Ahem. As a Martian, I would surely think, based on that photoshoot and with no particular curiosity to double-check, that Cillian Murphy is projecting here, as a wonderfully sarcastic friend (thank you, dearie, always 🙌❤️😘😘) put it in a recent convo, 'a flamboyantly gay, fame whore vibe which is the opposite of everything Cillian is. '

I have no reason to question my wonderfully sarcastic friend's sanity. The man is married since forever to Yvonne McGuinness, a real visual artist with real credentials (uh-oh!), plus he is also a very dedicated father of two teenage boys. Intensely private Murphy never talks about his love life/marital bliss in the scarce interviews he grants. And I bet no cuckoo 'snark corner' exists in his fandom (he has to have one, right?) to question this absolutely legitimate PR strategy.

This also should make absolutely clear to the Disgruntled Tumblrettes and other cheap trolls out there that, once and for all, actors cannot choose their photoshoot outfits or poses. These are, of course, discussed by said actor and his/her PR with the magazine people, the photographer and his team. But ultimately, the overall concept and its implementation are left to the magazine (who ordered and paid for the shoot) and the creative team. Trying to fathom someone's sexual orientation based on an ephemeral image, tailored to fit a particular type of targeted content, is akin to the deepest, most worrying brand of delusional stupidity.

Video killed the radio star, double standard and parochialism killed OL's fandom more surely and effectively than *urv & Paul C's in(s)anity.

[pedge-stuff]

HC: like if u are dating Pedro he is protective af in public. like the man is so sweet and wholesome but i like to think that if you ever get “harassed” in public or someone tried to record you,bother you, say he can do better than you to you or him he will like get sooo mad. He would barely be able to keep it together idk and like say things that would be unimaginable for normal pedro. (idk like just imagining him yelling or being like pissy and talking back to paparazzi or smothing is just whhwiwjwbwjwowiw to me) but its like sweet af, because it shows how much he cares about you. and that u are everything to him and whateverrrrr 🥺

idea ig idk

hm i will be back !!!! 😌 with more hc!! because this man had taken over me heh 😞

-thankful anon again as always still greatful for marked universe, m/gn content and the new fluffy fic that included oscar and the edibles ooohhhh so cute i melted !!!!!

I love where your head is at. Veered left with this one, hope it went vaguely where you were hoping. Thank you for the rec! :) Come back anytime. piss yellow range rover (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked.” apparently no one comments on this app anymore but they are my favorite so please drop a line!!

tw: gay slur in the middle. trans character, trans writer.

summary: baby's first homophobia

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You’re surprised it took so long, really. 

A full month after Pedro’s Tonight Show interview goes viral. After his SNL debut, the following week he spends holed up recovering, his begrudging return to LA for Mando press, and your reunion in the LAX Arrivals driveway two weeks later. Four full weeks— long enough that it no longer gripped teeth into the front of your mind. 

Long enough that your guard was down. 

Until, of course, some asshole decided he needed to be tastefully homophobic before his morning cup of coffee. 

You were midway through your LA morning routine: parting with Pedro in the parking lot of the strip mall that housed his personal trainer, and timing your long run around the surrounding area with the duration of his session, such that you were back to pick up a 2-drink mobile order at Starbucks by the time he emerged.

Your very normal, palatable oat latte was balanced atop his stomach-turning 6 black espresso shots, as you watched Pedro round the corner through the window. 

Sweat is beading at his temple, but he is all smiles as he trades you a kiss for his plastic cup.

It still feels like a novelty. Neither of you are usually PDA people, but the sudden lack of secrecy has brought on a second wave of the honeymoon phase. You can just do things like this, now— kiss in Starbucks or hold hands at restaurants or be seen grocery shopping together. You don’t have to take separate Ubers to the same place on date nights. 

The sun is shining, your iced latte was made right, your workout is over. There is a whole day in front of you, and a handsome man beside you. A man who holds the Starbucks door for both you and the woman pushing a stroller inside— but only reaches for your hand after. 

Things are actually really, really good. 

Until you step off the curb: 

“That is not the way. Fuckin’ fags.” 

Crazy how quickly some guy sipping a green goddamn smoothie can ruin your peace. Two guys, actually, snickering to each other as they unlock their car. 

Beside you, Pedro goes incredibly still. He drops your hand. 

“What did you just say?” 

His friend, chewing on his straw, grins as your stomach turns. A shit-eating grin. “At least it’s kinda straight, right? Dude’s got a pussy.” 

They erupt into laughter.  

White noise buzzes in your ear; your cheeks flush. “Come on.” 

You break away, towards the car, but his feet are rooted to the ground. “Pedro. Come on.” 

They are still laughing as they duck behind the tinted windows of a piss yellow Land Rover. Laughing as they close the door. 

Laughing as five and a half shots of espresso splatter across their black-tinted windshield, streaking in brown rivulets down the yellow hood. 

Pedro turns, finally, and stalks quickly across the lot. You have to jog to keep up. Behind you, the assholes are yelling profanities, but you don’t hear a car door open. Cowards. 

The moment he settles into the drivers seat, Pedro pounds a fist on the dashboard. Hard. His fingers curl into a tight grip around the steering wheel, which he clutches like a lifeline as he draws in a handful of ragged breaths. 

You can only watch from the passenger seat. Try and ignore the fact that he won’t look at you as he starts the engine and peels out of the lot. 

The drive to the Hills is dead silent. Even the radio can read the room. 

Silence acts as a breeding ground for your racing thoughts, which multiply like hatching mosquitos. Your ears are still ringing. Buzzing. 

It’s your fault— this is a fact. This was his biggest fear, wasn’t it? The backlash? This didn’t happen before he came out. (Before you forced him to come out, though he swears that wasn’t the case. You’d just finally, maybe begun to believe it, after a month. Or not.)

This happened to you, sure. Less so in New York, or LA. It’s almost funny, that you apparently stumbled across two of the only straight people in LA this morning.  Shitty people live everywhere. 

You’d both disabled the comments section of your instagram for a few days, but by and large, the feedback had been overwhelmingly positive. Until today. It’s different hearing it face-to-face. 

Pedro is halfway into the house before you realize you’re home. Slowly unbuckling, you debate leaving the iced latte in the cupholder; the thought of it turns your stomach. 

As you greet the dogs by the door, a distracted ‘hello,’ you watch him slip out to the condo balcony. He is clutching a pack of Spirits in a clenched fist. 

What are you supposed to do? There is nothing you can do, besides apologize. You pace between the kitchen and living room, chewing on your cuticles, eyes closed. The sweat from your run has now cooled uncomfortably on your skin. An apology won’t be enough, but you don’t have a solution. You can’t take it back. He can’t come un-out. 

The balcony door slides open, and Pedro is still silent as he shuffles to the kitchen. He pours a glass of water— out of habit, you assume. Though you never mind, he always washes the taste of tobacco away, after he smokes. Refuses to kiss you until after he’s cleansed his mouth, lest he leave any trace of stale smoke on your lips. 

Before you can really register, he has crossed into the living room, and pressed his lips to your own. 

He kisses you softly, and then moves to your forehead, eyebrow, temple, along your jaw. Doesn’t go as far as your neck, which he knows you are sensitive to— these kisses are not foreplay. They’re too light, too quiet. Your eyes flutter closed. 

Pedro’s chin hooks over the top of your head. His arms wrap around your shoulders. Your cheek presses against the base of his neck. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, before weakly clearing his throat.  “I don’t know why I did that. I don’t know what came over me.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You pick your head up. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry? You… handled that so well, querido. I lost my shit. I have never gotten physical like that before, I don’t know what came over me. I’m not violent. They were just… they can’t say that. It’s not right.” 

It is your turn to reach up, place a kiss on the angle of his jaw. “You are not violent. You did not lose your shit.” 

“It was a perfectly good coffee,” he pouts. 

“We can get another,” you placate, “but I can’t get another you. People are always gonna say shit. It’s kinda nice to have something so good, it makes people mad.” 

Pedro chuckles, weakly. “Yeah. I guess.” 

“If it’s easier to lay off for a bit, though—“ 

“Lay off?” His brow furrows. 

You rub a hand up and down his arm, lightly. “The PDA, doing public stuff, I dunno. I don’t want you to—“ 

“Are you joking?” You are given a look of sheer disbelief. “Jesus, no. Isn’t that what they want? You want them to win?” 

“It’s not a competition, Pedge. I want you to be safe, and comfortable.” 

“Fuck that!” His exclamation is loud enough to startle Edgar, whose collar jingles as he jumps grumpily off the couch. “I love you. We went through too much shit, to not be able to hold your hand outside a fucking Starbucks.” 

Pedro’s hair is a little tousled, cheeks a little flushed. He’s maybe never looked more attractive to you. 

“Okay?” 

You exhale. “Of course.” 

There is a pause, as the morning settles back around you. The sun is still shining, your workouts are still behind you. Plenty of time in the day to walk to a different Starbucks, for another round of drinks. Maybe you’ll hold hands on the way there. You can, if you want to. 

Pedro tugs on the collar of his white t-shirt. He grimaces. “Can we shower, though? I think I smell like the ocean.” 

You don’t mind. 

[godisshook]

A Snowy Savior

Move-in day was hectic for Jack. Between his parents crying and saying, "We're only a call away," to having countless boxes to bring in, it was certainly an interesting start to his college experience. With a final teary-eyed goodbye, his parents drove away, leaving Jack to take it all in. Despite his objections, his parents got him a room of his own, meaning he wouldn't be able to easily make friends with a potential roommate. This fact didn't discourage him, he knew he had a great personality, and he had plenty of classes to make friends in regardless.

With the first semester now in full swing, Jack focused on being as outgoing as possible, joining clubs whenever he could. Most were not really his style, but it was an opportunity to make new connections. A day that was in all respects boring was spiced up as a frat bro walked up to Jack. He recognized the brother from a house party. Jack knew his name was Donovan, as the two had drunkenly exchanged info during the party. Soon, the conversation shifted to the brother's frat, Alpha Mu, which the brother revealed that he wanted Jack to join. Knowing the reputation most frats had on campus, Jack was nervous, but he knew how important a direct invite from a brother was. Weighing the pros and cons on his walk home, the decision became clear. He wanted to make new friends, and what place would be better than a frat?

Everything about the frat lifestyle suited Jack. He loved the parties and loved the after-parties even more. The brothers knew he was gay, and most didn't care, with Donovan himself being gay, he could not have picked a better one to consider. Donovan was responsible for planning the pledge party, and he texted Jack the address of the house, saying "You better be there." Even if Jack had not already decided, it seemed Donovan was making the choice for him. With the decision as good as made for him, Jack prepared for the party, finding whatever collared shirt he had in his suitcase. The frat's kickoff party was packed, and Jack thrived.

A brother had offered Jack a shot of vodka, and he downed it immediately. With him downing more and more drinks, the world would begin spinning around him, knowing he was now well and truly sloshed, Jack decided to leave early. Trying not to puke his guts out, he said his goodbyes to the others, and headed out the front door.

As Jack's drunken walk home began, he would encounter another brother down the sidewalk. Even in his stupor, he recognized him, as he had spent most of the party talking to few people, mostly keeping to himself. When Jack had introduced himself to the brother during the party, he was given a nod in response. Not wanting to have another awkward situation, Jack tried to walk past the brother silently, but the alcohol was taking its toll, and he stumbled straight into him. Slurring his words, Jack mumbled, "Sorry." The brother replied, "You're clearly out of it, let me give you a ride back."

Getting a free ride home beat getting an Uber or walking back alone, so Jack followed the brother. In the car, he introduced himself, "I'm Tristan." Jack, thinking back to his failed introduction at the party, responded, "I'm Jack, but you already know that." Tristan laughed and said, "It was hard to hear you over the music, if I had known that you were trying to introduce yourself, I would've said something back." This response seemed to satisfy Jack, as he settled back in his seat for the rest of the ride back. Finally arriving at Jack's place, Tristan would help him upstairs, and as he got to his room, the brother would walk back to his car.

This encounter lived in Jack's mind, with him texting Donovan about it the next morning, hoping to gain some more information on this mysterious brother. Donovan's reply did not give him much, as he texted, "He's super quiet, I think I've only really spoke to him like, twice." With his investigation yielding nothing, Jack would think, "It's not even my place to care, at least I got a ride back from him."

Winter break was now approaching, and the frat was planning a retreat to the mountains. Jack was excited, as it would be his first real outing with the brothers. While on FaceTime with his parents, he packed his suitcase, with them constantly repeating to pack warm clothes. With them once again crying over how much they missed him, he gave them a last kiss goodbye, and made his final preparations for the trip.

The drive up to the mountains was full of laughter and noise, with Jack joining Donovan and his boyfriend. The other brothers were coming with their partners as well, but Jack had decided to go solo, despite plenty of people wanting to go alongside him. Hours felt like minutes as they finally arrived at their winter cabins, Jack found his room, conveniently placed right next to Donovan's on the second floor. Exhaustion from the journey had finally set in, and after the frat took their photos together, Jack retreated to his room to get some much-needed rest. The outside cold was negated by the warm sheets, and before he knew it, Jack was out cold.

Waking up well rested, the house was already full of activity, with the smell of food cooking downstairs, and others playing football in the cold, it was a morning full of action. Jack decided to stay in his room for a few more minutes, with the blanket holding him prisoner with its warmth. He looked out of his window to see if anything interesting was going on, but didn't notice much, as his window was on the back side of the house, overlooking the woods. Just as he was about to get out of bed, something caught his eye. Glancing back outside, he saw none other than Tristan emerge, dumbbells in hand. He would begin working out in the snow, and Jack was unable to draw his attention away, admiring Tristan's toned body.

Tristan looked up, straight into Jack's window. In a flash, Jack moved away from the window, hoping he wasn't caught looking. "Fuck." he silently thought to himself. As he got ready to go downstairs, he racked his brain for an excuse as to why he was spying on Tristan, but ultimately decided that if he didn't bring it up, it wouldn't be an issue. Breakfast was laid out on the table upon him finally getting downstairs, and the house was empty, with most of the brothers deciding to go up the mountain together. He reheated some pancakes and sausage, and scrolled through social media as he ate.

A few minutes later, Tristan appeared in the kitchen as well, grabbing whatever leftovers remained, and heating it up. Jack's mind started racing, "What if he really did see me?" "Would he confront me about it?" Tristan would simply walk back to his room, food in hand. Jack breathed a sigh of relief, and continued eating. After eating, he decided to explore the area near the cabin, finding a wooden path near the mountains, and a lake near that. There was a set of hills by the lake, and Jack kept this fact in mind as he continued exploring. As the sun started to go down, Jack wanted to spice things up, and so decided to not only scale those hills, but ski down them. He wasn't the most skilled skier, but he had skied hills like this before, so he thought it would be simple.

It was a stupid plan, but Jack loved the risk. He went back to his room to get his gear, and decided it would be best to go shirtless, wanting to feel the cool air directly on his skin. Scaling up the hill, Jack already felt his muscles become sore, as he underestimated how high up the hill went. As he got to the top, he began to realize just how steep this hill was, but he had to make it back down regardless, and so with a shrug, he began skiing down. Snow washed over him, and as he began to gain speed, he started to lose control of his footing. With his muscles close to giving out, he found it harder to maneuver around the many obstacles in his way. In an instant, he tripped over a rock hidden under the packed snow, and was sent flying. The snow was much deeper than he thought, and now he was trapped. Unable to move under the thick snow, and having neglected to bring his phone with him, Jack began to truly understand how screwed he was.

He called out for help, hoping someone, anyone, was still outside at this time. With each minute that passed, it would seem as if nobody would come for him, and hopelessness settled in. Just as the last bits of warmth left his body, he would feel arms surround him. In a state of confusion, Jack had thought this was truly the end, and he was being lifted to the afterlife. As he was brought above the snow, his rescuer became clear, it was Tristan. "Why did you come here alone?" Tristan asked. "I just wanted to ski down the hill." Jack would respond shamefully. Before the two walked back, Tristan took off his sweater and gave it to him, revealing his muscular body underneath. "Thank you." Jack said, as the sweater warmed up his chilly body. A blush came over his face as he tried not to look at Tristan's shirtless body.

As their silent walk back to the cabin drew to a close, Jack decided to make one more risky move for the night. Reaching a hand to Tristan's chest, he looked up at him, and said, "I'm still feeling kinda chilly, but I know a way we could both warm up." Tristan looked down, his gaze piercing straight through Jack. Wordlessly, Tristan began kissing Jack, to which he returned the favor. Jack's cold lips warmed up quickly as the heat of their kiss started a fire in him. Tristan lifted Jack up effortlessly, and Jack wrapped his legs around his waist, anchoring their two bodies together. Countless kisses would be exchanged as the two approached Tristan's room. With the door slightly open, Tristan backed into his room, and Jack would close the door behind him, locking it as well.

Now in the comfort of Tristan's room, desire had overtaken both of them, with kisses no longer being enough. As Tristan's bulge became more prominent, Jack released himself and pulled Tristan's sweatpants down. His tongue explored every inch of his cock, only releasing to get air. Jack felt Tristan's hands move to the back of his head, and before he knew it, Jack's head was being thrust into Tristan's dick. Choking on it, Jack resisted the urge to gag, as he felt his throat being filled with cock. Precum dripped from Tristan's tip, and Jack licked it clean, smiling at him.

With the two finally making it on to the bed, Tristan stuck his cock into Jack's hole, to which he winced as each inch entered him. While Jack was already filled, Tristan was only halfway in. "Fuck, that's only half?" Jack said, his face now flush with heat. Tristan replied, "You said you wanted to warm up, I'm just giving you what you want." With that, he thrust into Jack, shoving the rest of his cock into him. A loud scream almost escaped Jack's mouth, but he stifled it by biting his lip. He felt it up to his chest, and each thrust put him closer and closer to the edge. The friction had caused his hole to burn up, but the heat was comforting, warming him up even more. Tristan felt down Jack, laying burning kisses all over him, to which Jack released gasps and moans in response, a clear indicator of his pleasure. With both wanting release, Tristan would position Jack’sbody perfectly with his, and as thrusts and kisses mixed, both bodies tensed in unison, as cum filled up Jack's hole. At the same time, Jack came as well, splattering it right onto Tristan's chest. Jack licked it up as well, still burning hot. The two settled in the bed, neglecting to clean up as exhaustion and warmth washed over them.

The next morning, the two would emerge from Tristan's room, hair still in shambles from the events of last night. Donovan was still in the house, and, noticing the two coming out at the same time, gave Jack a knowing smile. From then on, Jack would rarely return to his room after that, with him only going up to change. He now had Tristan to keep him warm whenever he wanted, and the two were barely seen out of Tristan's room. The rest of the trip went excellent for him, as he finally decided to go up the mountain, accompanied by Tristan, of course. Jack felt that he was on top of the world, and it was much better with Tristan being on top of him.

[usiel21]

Give me lesbians or give me death

[silveragelovechild]

I’ve been rewatching “Victor/Victoria” the 1982 film written and directed by Blake Edwards. It stars Julie Andrew (his wife) in the lead role, with Robert Preston as her GBFF, and James Garner as her straight love interest.

The movie is ground breaking it is acceptance of gay characters, and for a moment Garner’s Uber masculine character questions his own sexuality.

I like Andrews in her role, although I think she could have been just a little bit of camp in her songs - the character was performing on stage and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a drag performer who wasn’t at least a little campy.

Robert Preston was terrific as Toddy. He was so convincing that I had to double check on the web. Preston was married for 47 years. (Although marrying a woman doesn’t preclude being gay. After all, Rock Hudson and Tony Perkins were gay.)

The story had another nice twist. When Garner’s body guard (played by former football player Alex Karris) catches him in bed with Victor, he comes out as gay himself to his boss.

But of course, in the Hollywood ending, Julie decides to give up her cross-dressing career and settle down with Garner as man and wife!

I discovered that the movie was based on an early (pre-Nazi) German film “Viktor und Viktoria” (1933). A year later “Georges et Georgette” a French version was made.

I found the German film online and watch some for curiosity. The first 10 minutes or so was its version of Toddy auditioning for Shakespeare. It wasn’t funny so I gave up.

[crying-wolves]

hi!! why stress when you can be in a fictional world??

so i kept seeing my ex this week 🫣 after not seeing them for a year 🥴 and im over her but it’s like first gay love you know? that shit fucks you up!!!

i kept thinking about abby and how i wish i could text her 😭😭 like babe come pick me up PLEASE

so yeah maybe something around that?? i think we all need some abby comfort

You usually weren’t known for making mistakes.

Seriously, as overconfident and precise as it sounds, you were always the smart one. Level-headed in a way that pissed your friends off when all they wanted to do was go a little feral. Experiment. Let whatever happens, happen.

Yeah, you didn’t buy into that whole “let the universe make your choices for you” moonshine. Didn’t appeal to you in the slightest.

So why, oh, why are you spending your Friday night standing outside of a crumbling sports bar, rubbing at those tears that threaten to fall from your eyes onto the ground below you?

You guess the universe pushes and pushes until it finally has its way with you in the end.

Your fingers had dialed practically everyone of your four roommates in the past 10 minutes that you’ve been standing out in the balmy summer air, but, of fucking course, each call went straight to voice mail every single time.

Figures! The one time you decide to do something out of your comfort zone and everything starts spinning off its axis immediately.

The idea of calling an Uber flits across the back of your mind, but you really don’t want to spend anymore money tonight, having already handed your card over to the bartender enough times that you were thoroughly buzzed and feeling that if you checked your bank account right now, all of those vodka sodas would come racing back up your throat. Hard pass.

It isn’t until you scroll through your contacts for the fifth consecutive time and land right back at the top, however, that you stop to consider what may be the most obvious answer of the night: Abby Anderson. Fuckin’ duh.

Abby “Permanent Designated Driver” Anderson. The girl who has decidedly quit drinking altogether after deciding that she really wants to take her whole softball career seriously. Abby Anderson who is always, always wide awake into the deep recesses of the night, cramming for her 8am or putting in a few last minute hours at the gym.

Abby Anderson, sweet, sweet, Abby, somehow bestowed with the patience of a saint and the subtlety of a freight train, who will definitely pick you up, but won’t hesitate to ask what you’re doing at this ratty old place at 2:30 in the morning.

It’s probably a lot better than practically dragging your way home, so, why not?

You dial the number and she picks up within 3 rings, a little out of breath. You guess she took on the weight room, tonight.

“Yeah?”

Your body stiffens. Fuck! How well do you actually know Abby? You’ve barhopped with her and some other friends in the past, but most of those nights were spent casually sipping at a bottle of soda while you listen to everyone else converse and socialize. When was the last time you actually spoke to her?

“Is this one of those county cop calls that keeps going around campus, cause I’m not signing your fuckin’ petition—“

“No, no!” You blurt out, a little surprised at yourself. “It’s just— I mean, it’s just…me?”

Abby says your name inquisitively through the phone, sounding as startled as you are. “Hey…is everything alright?”

You scan your surroundings as if they’ll give you the answer that you’re looking for, and shrug like she can see you. Could be worse, you guess?

“Are you busyyy tonight?” You slur a little, and she seems concerned at the sound.

“No, I’m, uh, free? Are you in—“

“Could you, maybeee, give me a ride home?”

You think you can hear a ‘pause sound’ moving through her head, or maybe you’re just a bit more drunk than you thought.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally, just…are you off-campus, or—?”

“Mmhmm! I’llsendyouthelocation, byeee!”

You click the end call button and stare st the black screen. Since when did you get so frazzled over talking to her? She sounds the same as she usually does, right? Choosing not to think about it too much, the location is sent her way and, judging by the distance, she should be there in 20 minutes.

She’s there in 15. You hear her before you can actually make out the vehicle in the distance. It’s late. The roads are empty. You didn’t give her much context, so, you don’t exactly blame her for hurrying.

But her car pulls up in front of you like a heavy metal chariot, and you get a little anxious about stepping into the passenger’s seat in your sheer black dress and platform heels.

Neither of you say anything for the first minute and you’re rather grateful. Your insides feel like poorly melted snow, and you’re not sure if it’s the way that Abby’s gripping the steering wheel or the fact that she keeps glancing over at you through the side window. You see your legs shift against the leather seats, but your mind is elsewhere.

“Did you, uh, get to the bar alone?” She begins, tapping her thick fingers against the wheel, sounding like she’s trying to broach something, but you don’t know what it is yet.

You squint down at your phone screen to check the time again. Right. The evening started way earlier than you remembered.

“Nope. Came here on a blind date.”

Abby tries not to react like that shocks her, but she doesn’t quite make the mark.

“You went—! Oh! Right! ‘course! Makes sense…”

Silence, again. The kind that’s unbearable in situations like these. You roll down the window for some fresh air, but it makes the both of you sweat even more.

“Did it…go well?”

You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Nope. She was kind of a dick.”

Abby lets out a breathy chuckle at your answer and you decide to keep going.

“She wasn’t really that into me. Kept chatting up the waitress and interrupting me whenever I spoke. Said she had to leave early to pick up her little brother from his friend’s house, but she said she was an only child when I asked earlier, so…”

“Damn…that’s—that’s rough…”

“Yeah…”

What is with the both of you and pained silences? Seems to be something in the air tonight.

Abby clears her throat while you’re silently moping at the memories, and when you get to a red light, she turns to take you in.

“If it makes you feel any better, the last date I went on snuck out of the back door before dessert.”

You gasp, dramatically, and she rolls her eyes in the same manner.

“No fuckin’ way! You’re tellin’ meee that someone would actually pass up a chance to go on a date with you?” The utter disbelief that you stare up at her with makes her cheeks go pink, and she can’t help but feel a little satisfied with herself. She smiles, a little bitterly.

“Not as much of a catch as you think I am, babe.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Oh, I hardly believe that, Ms. Anderson.”

If there’s one thing you can thank the alcohol for, besides getting you in Abby’s car in the first place, it’s the extra push it gives you to go for the things you actually want.

“You know, Abigail, if you’re into it, we could, maybe, do a repeat performance of our shitty dates with each other, and make them…not shitty? How’s that sound?”

You feel the smile before you see it on her face. It’s like she can bring the warmth of the sun into any space she occupies.

“Well…” she starts “As long as you promise to at least tell me before you sneak out the back, then, we got ourselves a deal.”

You’re giddy with all that light she brings. And, you think, briefly, that sure, maybe you don’t usually make these kinds of mistakes, but at least this one scored you a date with THE Abby Anderson.

So, maybe, possibly, the universe could very well be onto something.

[wildshona]

Bai Again

It was therapy day yesterday. I always dress nicely for my therapist. She likes to know that I am taking care of my self and not letting myself go in a haze of sex and alcohol. So I was in a nice skirt which almost came down to my knees, tights (well stockings actually but she wasn’t to know), and a fluffy jumper. Very much OK for how the weather was yesterday.

Anyway the session went well and I was back into London where I had to call into a couple of places to check on some Yule stuff. That’s by the by. It was dark by the time I got to Ku-Bat and i’m straight into the toilets to get changed. Into my rucksack goes the sensible clothes and out comes a short skirt that is well short enough to show my stocking tops and suspenders and a tiny top that my nipples are obvious enough.

Quite a change. Cos i’m early most of the people there are guys who obviously aren’t interested in me cos well, why would they be it’s a gay bar, and so i’m two cocktails down when more interesting people arrive and i am just thinking about responding to a nice looking blonde when Bai walks in.

For those who have not followed me long enough or have just forgotten, Bai is Chinese (her name means Purity which is a laugh) in her mid twenties and she was wearing a leather jacket and short black skirt, long over the knee purple socks and flats. Purple lipstick and eye shadow and long blue-black straight hair. Pierced septum and loads of ear piercings and a pierced tongue. You get the picture.

She sees me and she is straight over and gives me a long deep kiss before going to the bat to get a cocktail for her and my third. Before she went to the bar she had asked me if i was wearing knickers. A thong, I said, Well take the fucking thing off was her reply. So while she got the drinks I went to the loo and stuffed my thong in my bag. I mean last time Bai had just thrown my thong away and, you know, its irritating having to buy replacements.

Anyway we have another couple of cocktails and i’m getting buzzy when she calls an uber and we are off to her place which is a tine studio flat that is mainly bed. I was kind of hoping we would go to the basement place we went to last time but she obviously wanted me to herself this time.

I’m on my back with my skirt round my waist in no time and her pierced tongue is playing havoc with my clit. God I love it. Her fingers are really digging into my arse. Then she is up and stripping off til she’s just wearing the socks and her pierced nips and clit are glinting away and she has parted her hair at the back and pulled it forward over her shoulders so the tiger spirit tattoo all over her back looks like it’s moving and she can lash my face with her hair.

Fingers in my  cunt and i’m returning the favour when she bounces up and heads for a drawer and out comes  a snake – that’s the sex toy not an actual. One end in my cunt and one in hers and deep kissing and.....

Wll after that it gets blurred a bit. I had a lot to drink and I just lost myself in sensation as she made me cum again and again and my mouth was filled with her juices. The snake gave way to other toys and anal play with a tentacle dildo just like the one I have.

I left at about 3 in the morning which is why i was still asleep this morning when Chris got up so didn’t get a morning fuck.

[minimumwagesoul]

🎩 WELCOME… TO THE A-GAYZING RIZZITAL CIRCUS! MY GAMERTAG IS CAINE, AND IM QUEER TO SHOW YOU THE MOST OHIO-SENDING, SKIBIDI EDGING, DISCORD MEWING YOU'VE EVER PHANTOM TAX, ISNT THAT, GIGA CHAD?

🫧 'THATS RIGHT SIGMA, I CANT WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOUVE GYATT IN THE KITCHEN TODAY!'

🎩 WELL, LETS NOT GRIMACE-WASTE, LETS ISHOWSPEED RIGHT INTO THE FAMILY GUY COMPILATIONS!

🎶 banban, and goku, and big chungus too, pepe, peppino, amongus, delulu!~ 🎶 gay after gay after day we fry, as the renegade pokimane makes us cry 🎶

🐰 ''gayine, is this another goofy ahh grassy pillow again? or is this a new subscriber? cause if its a new twitch donator.. we gyatt to redo this whole mlg monologue!''

📐 ''im not doing gyatt again."

🎩 ''MY MY, IT APPEARS A SUS IMPOSTER HAS JOINED THE LOBBY!"

🤡 ''HOW DO I… LEAVE THE SIN CITY WASNT MADE FOR ME''

🐰 ''just keep edging gyatt it, that ellen degeneres for all of us''

🤡 ''what the barnacles!?!? i-i-i-i put on owlhouse and now im here? who are you baby gronks? why cant i leave floptok? how do i leave minecraft?''

🎀 ''lets all kai calm-net down, everythings gyonna be okay thugshaker, weve all been through this escape the ariana grande obby, you just need to-''

🤡 ''WHAT THE VINE BOOM IS GOING ON- what?''

🎩 ''WARNING ONE, YOU CANNOT SWEAR IN GENERAL! THE GAY-MAZING RIZZITAL CIRCUMSIED IS A PLACE TO BE CLIPPED BY ALL STREAMERS, EVERYTHING CAN HAPPEN HERE! execpt for being the biggest bird ''

🤡 ''how do i.. lightskin leave?''

🎩 ''👁️👄👁️''

🎀 ''..well.. dont make a twitlong about this but-'

🐰 ''the only way you can leave is by watching phonk nair videos''

🤡🤡 ''(TIM ALLEN SHOCK NOISE)''

📐 '':mute jax.. but hes right.. welcome to the underground, how was the fall?''

🤡 ''WHAT DO YOU MEME?"

🎀''guys… dont be straight.."

🐰 ''weve been scrolling on tiktok for years.. old finger over theres been streaming the longest''

♟️''MISTER BEEASSSSSTTTT!''

🐰 ''thats why he needs to stop it.. get some help''

🤡 ''oh.. ogay, now i gyatt it! im watching dream, i should just get in the uber!''

🐰 ''whatever you say lesbian''

🎭''..my obama prisim.." :(

🐰 ''so crane, where we dropping boys?"

🎩 ''ID LIKE TO SHOW OUR BRAND NEW MOD MY ROBLOX OBBY FIRST, OFF WE GO!''

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🎩 ''here we have GARTEN OF BANBAN, this is where the florida men are kept, along with the FNF mods, these mods may include- GIVE HIM BACK!!!!!!!! GIVE HIM BACK!!!!!!! HES MINEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! >:((((

🤡 '' is gyatt all there rizz?''

🎩 '' OF COURSE NOT, THIS IS.. MY SPLATOON 2 LETSPLAYS!! we dont watch my OLD videos, i w(a)(m)s racist homophobic sexist abelist terrorist watchlist slay back then.

🤡 ''(huh cat)-''

🎩 '' we stay RIGHT HERE where i can keep my 70 ALTERNATIVE ACCOUNTS!! YOULL NEVER KNOW MY MAIN."

🌙 '' IVE COME TO MAKE AN ANNOUNCEMENT- ''

🎩 ''DONT MAKE ME PISS ON YOU AGAIN''

🤡 ''wait whats th- HHRUEEGGEYYAHHAHAUHASGSGUGDS :vomits vomits vomits vomits vomits vomits: ''

🎩 '' WOAH!!!!!! SHES LITERALLY DOING THE GWIDDY!''

🫧 ''me too!! watch me boss!!!!!!!"

🎩 "Stop."

🤡 ''Was that an skibidi toilet I saw out there? Is gyatt a way get a weave?"

🐰 '' What toiwet? If there was a way to not be a noob vs pro im pretty sure we'd all be hackers by now. "

📐''Yeah, what are you waffling about?"

🎩'' I ASS(ure) YOU, THERE RIZZ NO EASTER BUNNY, THERE IS NO FEETFAIRY, AND THIS RIZZ NO QUEEN OF ENGLAND!''

🤡''YOUR MOM HITS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A CHROMEBOOK CHARGER-''

🎩 '' THATS WHY YOU SOUND LIKE THE ROBLOX COIL SOUND BITCH BOI- how about we talk about roblox doors? Whats your gamer tag?''

🤡 ''my @ is… uh.. OH FUCK. ALL I CAN POST IS ☻/ This is bob. Copy and paste him so he can take over youtube. /▌ /\ ''

🎩 ''FORGOT PASSWORD? SIGN IN USING EMAIL ADDRESS.. OR MAKE A NEW ACCOUNT! ENTER NEW NAME AND NEW PASSWORD''

🤡 ''GOD FUCKING DAMMIT KRIS WHERE THE HELL ARE WE''

🎩''dont you worry your 0% rizz, your new tumblr url can be ANYTHING! Heweby acknowwedging that youw chosen name and ow names may nowt bweach the Digitaw Ciwcus usew wicense agreement stating that youw name may nowt incwude objectionabwe content. Objectionabwe content incwudes but is nowt wimited to: Sexuawwy expwicit matewiaws, obscene, defamato-wy, wibewous, swande-wous, vio-went, and ow un-wawfuw content ow pwofanity. ''

🤡'' erm… actually.. randomly generate it please. ''

🎩 ''lets see… Who is Pomni - for 300?'' (jeopardy)

🤡 ''(womp.)

🎩 ''you're right, marketable, lets try gyatt again! what do you think of XDDCC? ''

🤡 '' BIYTCH IS YOU BLIND-''

🎩 '' badonkers. dobonhonkeros. massive doboonkabhankoloos. big ol' tonhongerekoogers!!! we should start a sidequest with our new donator, XDDCC!!! ''

🐰 ''i said that at 3:20 in the original pilot''

🎩 ''YYYOUUUUUU! SOILDJABOY OFF IN IT, WATCH ME CRANK IT WATCH ME ROLL, WATCH ME CRANK THAT SOULJA BOY THEN SUPERMAN THAT, NOW WATCH ME YUUU-''

🫧'' (plays kevin mcloyed)''

🎩'' ########### ## ####### ### ### # # ##### ''

🤡 ''does anybody in this thread play minecraft-''

🎩 '' SINCE YOUR ACCOUNT IS 12 MINUTES OLD, were gonna make this simple for your ipad baby ass, a simple oklahomo powered adventure to warm you up to the pizza tower. ''

📐 ''NO!! I DONT WANT TO PLAY WII SPORTS�� GRRR… eyes glow red''

🎩'' dont worry zooble/halfdemon/princess/rich/gamer/wolf/donttouchmytail/crush;secret!!! ill make it so you can play it on console AND pc! ''

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🎩 '' hello everybody my name is markiplier and welcome to gather the number lore! thats right! here in the rainbow friends playplace will be rizzed up with swifties, you gotta catch em- (COPYRIGHT)''

🫧 ''what are swifties?''

🎩 ''thanks for the ask, anon! theyre mid-''

🫧''can it run bad apple''

🎩 ''..they-''

🫧''..can it play megalovani----''

🎩'' Swifties are part of the number lore that vore everything and draw anything they rizz into! Why do these sans fangirls do this? How do you block them? thats for me to know and for you to find out.''

🤡''…what… did any of gyatt mean?''

🎀 ''oh, hes just ai generating mr beast videos, theyre content farm so the ipad babies dont go insane.''

📐''speak for yourself motherfucker, if anyone needs me im smoking a fat blunt- OH GOD OH FUCK- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa….''

🐰''oh no, they killed zooble.. you bastards.. anyway you lesbians wanna play touhou?''

🎀'' (pheonix wright) HOLD IT!! we should check on KSI-FMO. I'm pretty sure he'd like to challange XDDCC to a boxing match!''

♟️''THERES 104 DAYS IN SUMMER VACATION-''

🎀'' You wanna come with us to *check on boykisser kaufmonster, how should i feel?''

♟️''Not rizzly. I think Kevin macleoufmos got packed by packgod. Last time I spoke with him, he was watching Lankybox for over 6 hours."

🤡''whose lankybox?''

♟️''No."

🎭''can someone save my goth genderfriend :(''

🤡 '' Well if you wont tell me, then I'll just ask him. And then I'll stop watching dream and watch tubbo instead!"

🐰 ''Heh. She still thinks dream isnt a pedo."

🎀 ''why are you looking at me like that? …. fa-"

🐰 ''im fine with doing (yourmom) as long as I get to see vanossgaming gmod prophunt funny moments- OW. okay ive had enough of these spambots. You, me, and XDDCC will go to the gastation. Sexualized ribbons and tumblr sexyman together will go block all the swifties.

🎀 ''..is shipping them a good idea?"

🐰 ''of course i do, im also a tumblr sexyman, whats gonna happen? i get shipped next? (proweler meme)''

🎭 ''…my comedy cock is broken again.''

♟️''okay. wait WHAT. ''

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🎀''Welcome to the internet, have a look around, anything skibidi or phantum tax can be found. We gyatt maximum sigma grindset, but- WAIT XDDCC NO DONT LOOK UP YOUR OWN NAME!- '

🤡 ''I dont understand.. why go to the goofy ahh meepcity parties instead of trying to exit terraria?''

🎀''Well, we usually do, when we first make an account. But after awhile you start to realize that shiny hunting for the same pokemon or trying to get your favorite animal crossing villager to visit your island will make you become marketable and youll succumb to the pibby glitch."

🐰''Thank goodness this is all just an SMP, right XDCC?''

🤡''……………………… Why are we here again? Who am i, who am i? What are you even saying?''

🎀''We're gyetting one of the boys at 3 am." … Huh. Maybe he's off-stream mining? Hope he's not in creative.

🐰''Dont worry raggedy andy, Im gonna be so racist itll open the door."

🎀 ''JAX NO!!! YOU SHOULDNT BE RACIST TO DOOR!!!!''

🐰''Okay i wont be racist… JUST KIDDING, IM ULTRA RACIST NOW. You're not afraid of gay people, are you?"

🎀''JAXX!!!!!!!!! THATS LITERALLY MY ONLY FEAR (homophobic) WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS…!!!"

🐰''(minecraft open door) im gonna have to take my balls back from you kaufy. Papyrus.. im going to grillbys, do you want anything?"

🎀 ''..OH….. KAUFMO985 BECAME PART OF THE PIBBY GLITCH. INSERT SEINFIELD THEME."

tobecontinued.

[j11nko]

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