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“what are you thinking about all the time?” how I could amputate my own fingers and manage to play it off as an accident
#thoughts#my google search history:#how do people lose their fingers#common ways of losing finger#best finger to lose#top ten stupidest fingers#sharpest knives for cheap#firefox downlod#that green pokemon#chespick#the green starter Pokémon#why does my head hurt
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gerrard: buckley, what in the devils name are you doing?
buck, with a clipboard in hand: well, gerrard, i was going over everything in the firehouse and i noticed some things
gerrard: what is it buckley?
buck: well, you sir are in violation of the sexual orientation, gender identity or gender expression discrimination act, over the past week i've noticed you refer to henretta wilson with slurs, very offensive slurs, as well as myself, due to this myself and mrs wilson have made note of each time you've done this, and reported it to our head HR representative, this here *hands gerrard a piece of paper* is a letter from the chief, requesting your presence for a meeting about your retirement
gerrard: you fucking fa-
bobby: i'd be careful if i was you gerrard, and get out of MY firehouse
gerrard: *screws up the paper and leaves*
chimney: see i told you all we needed to do was set clipboard buck on his ass
hen: look i know i'm a lesbian, but buck has never looked so good before
buck: i am the defender of lesbians!!
#911 abc#911 evan buckley#911 buck#911 show#911 incorrect quotes#911 spoilers#911 tv show#incorrect 911 quotes#incorrect quotes#911 henretta wilson#911 hen wilson#911 hen#911 howard han#911 howard chimney han#911 howard#911 chimney han#911 bobby nash#911 bobby#911 captain gerrard#i could totally see this happening#that man loves research so you know he knows all the rules and regulations#i need this to happen#it would be so funny#homophobia mention#i actually googled lafd rules and regulations for this#i'm not even joking#low-key my search history be weird af#canon bisexual#canon lesbian
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I wanted to know if planned parenthood is like the only place to get an abortion not because I’m looking for an abortion but just cuz whenever I see people being anti abortion they always exclusively mention planned parenthood which makes me wonder if it’s like the only facility that offers the service or if there’s other abortion clinics or if you can go to the hospital for that in a state where it’s legal so I googled it but all the results were informative pages from planned parenthood and also I feel like just searching that in the state of texas put me on some kind of list
#I do think it’s funny that people think planned parenthood only does abortions and nothing else#like the name is just a really funny haha ain’t no parenthood’s being planned here at all#living in Texas is interesting#maybe it’s just the area I live in#shortly after that whole thing happened I noticed a lot more pro choice billboards around#used to be one right near my neighborhood#also I heard you can get HRT at planned parenthood#there’s one not too far from work I might take a looksie#drove by once and saw what looked like Amish women kneeling on the lawn#I don’t know if Texas has an Amish population though#my Google search history:#can you get abortions from somewhere other than planned parenthood#&#are there Amish communities in Texas
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“I want to sink my fingers into your heart to feel its beat”
— “for me”
This is an idea that came to my head. My writer brain first came up with the quote and then the art came after
I love these little freaks
#critical role#bells hells#imodna#imogen temult#laudna#imogen x laudna#listen you know they would hold eachothers hearts if they could#they match each others freak#big thank you to my google search history for realistic hearts#looking back at those resources is probably wild to a random person#cw blood#cw organs#fanart
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“I am undone without you”
#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#griddlehark#my art#fanart#literally it says do not separate on their packaging and what do you do? separate them#google search history when i drew this like#how to draw wet clothes#how to draw wet fabric#how to make someone look like a drowned cat dripping with water
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shhhh dont wake him up he’s snoozin 😴
#stan marsh#kyle broflovksi#sp style#sp stanky#style sp#south park style#stankyle#south park#south park fanart#south park art#stan x kyle#mine#and now ‘family guy books’ is in my google search history
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The Holy Trinity
#These are like my favorite posts I've ever made#i actually Googled these all for the posts so my search history and targeted ads were... Very interesting after this#byler#stranger things#mike wheeler#will byers#el hopper#jane byers#jim hopper#joyce byers#karen wheeler#elmax
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Prompt. Alastor hits deer mating season and tries not to let anyone know, but Lucifer finds out.
Obligatory warning: It's a mating prompt. There's going to be EXPLICIT SCENES.
“Do you smell that?”
Husk sniffed the air delicately, then shook his head. “Nothing but Angel Dust’s normal B.O.”
Angel Dust purred. “Don’t pretend like you don’t love it.”
The cat rolled his eyes and turned back towards the bar, but not before Lucifer caught the rare smile he reserved for Angel Dust curving on the corners of his lips.
“Do you seriously not smell that?” Lucifer asked, puzzled. The scent was growing stronger by the second, so rich and heavy it seemed to hang in the air. Musky, woody, with a spicy sharpness to it, like crushed pine needles and orange blossoms. There was something else to it though – something that Lucifer couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it filled his head like an opium cloud. His thoughts felt slow, like molasses in winter.
His body was a different story. Every time he breathed in, a tingle of electricity ran through him. His fingers were trembling, and his skin felt too tight and a little numb at the same time.
Am I being drugged?
He was just about to excuse himself when Alastor came rushing around the corner. He was moving fast, as if he was being chased by a pack of wolves, and muttering something to himself like a lunatic. He didn’t see Lucifer until it was too late, and they collided into each other so hard the impact sent them both tumbling to the ground.
“Ouch! Clean up on aisle four!” Angel Dust crowed.
“Shut up.” Alastor’s voice was distorted, as if it had been spliced into four. He sounded strained, his throat clenched.
The scent was unbelievably strong now. Lucifer’s head swam with it. On autopilot, he picked himself up off the ground and extended a hand towards Alastor to help him up. Alastor moved to swat it away, but the second their hands touched, it was like a sonic blast ripped through the hotel. Lucifer’s world went numb, flexed and narrowed in on one thing, and one thing only: Alastor. A bolt of lightning ran up his arm, through his chest, down his legs, and pooled underneath his belt. His legs went weak with need.
Alastor, for his part, didn’t seem much better off. His eyes were wide with disbelief, his chest heaving as his breathing stuttered. He was staring at Lucifer as if he was a ghost.
And then something shifted. His eyes went blank, and Alastor – the Alastor Lucifer knew, at least – flickered out of view as something else, something infinitely hungrier and far more desperate, took over.
Alastor snarled and leapt forward, grabbing Lucifer by the neck. People were shouting something behind them, but Lucifer couldn’t hear them, couldn’t see them over the thick fog of musk and wood rolling off of Alastor.
Shadows swallowed them whole, and spat them back out in a dark bayou, lit only by the weak light of the stars and the moon twinkling high above.
“Where–?”
But Alastor wasn’t listening. His sharp claws ripped Lucifer’s shirt and coat into shreds in a matter of seconds, his red eyes gleaming with a hazy madness.
Lucifer forced himself to shake off some of that beguiling smell. It was telling him to relax, to give in. It urged him to thread his hands through Alastor’s gorgeous hair, to stroke his antlers, to finally admit to his deepest, most shameful desire – that he had always wondered what Alastor might taste like.
But he still didn’t know what the hell was going on.
“What – Alastor, wait – slow down!” He pushed Alastor back with a blast of angelic grace. Alastor hissed, his eyes still crazed with need, and came for him again. This time, Lucifer grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him into a nearby spring.
Alastor spluttered as he surfaced, shaking some of the water off his head. “What the hell was that for?” His voice was still distorted, but at least he was using his words again.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Lucifer demanded.
Alastor pulled himself out of the spring and flung his drenched coat off with a bitter grumble, revealing his bare forearms and – to Lucifer’s endless delight – a little tuft of a tail. In the gentle light of the moon, Lucifer could see every ripple of his toned abs, every flex of his broad chest beneath the wet shirt that clung to him like a second skin.
The hazy smell grew stronger. Breathe through it. Don’t lose control. “What did you say?”
“It's my mating season,” Alastor snarled, meeting his eyes again. There was something hypnotic in their scarlet gleam. Lucifer found himself taking a step forward before he caught himself. “Every couple of years, my pheromones go into overdrive. I – no, my body – sends out signals to any potential mates. I usually wait it out.” He shuddered, his jaw flexing. “It’s never found anyone before.”
A sizzle of pride and pure, clean joy cut through the haze filling Lucifer’s brain. So Alastor had never done this with anyone before?
(Was he special?)
“So what are you saying – that you’re horny?”
Alastor blurred – and suddenly he was in front of him, ripping the rest of Lucifer’s tattered shirt from his body. He yelped, but Alastor ignored him.
“If that’s how you want to think about it,” he growled, then he dug his teeth into the crook of Lucifer’s neck.
A jolt of intense pain that turned into searing pleasure roared through Lucifer. As if in a trance, he grabbed one of Alastor’s antlers and wound his other hand into the softness of his hair. Then he pulled, hard, forcing Alastor to let go with an audible hiss.
“None of that,” he snapped.
Alastor grinned, and it was sharp enough to cut him to the core. “No need to play coy with me, your Majesty. The thing about these pheromones – they work both ways. And they never work on the unwilling.”
The quick flash of heat (shameshameshame) was invitation enough for Alastor to pounce again. He rid Lucifer of his belt and his pants just as quickly as he did his shirt. Lucifer, not to be outdone, showed Alastor he had a pair of claws on his own and slashed Alastor’s entire outfit in half with one slice of his nail. It wasn’t a clean cut – a thin line of red welled up on Alastor’s chest, his stomach, and his right thigh.
Lucifer was about to apologize, but the words died in his throat when Alastor dipped his finger into his own blood and sucked it clean.
“Want to try?” He asked in his trademark sing-song.
Lucifer surged forward. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue, and Lucifer felt himself go even harder at the dark taste of spice and sin on his lips.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered when they broke apart.
“My dear, I am crazy,” Alastor chuckled. “What did you expect?”
Then Lucifer grazed his upper thigh, perilously close to his dick, and Alastor cut himself off with a gasp. That strange need clouded his eyes, and once again, Alastor’s primal self took over. He roared, pushing Lucifer onto the ground, their bare legs tangling as he pushed his hand between their legs.
The haze swirled, that sweet, opium smell wiping out the rest of Lucifer’s good sense as Alastor gripped his naked cock with his claws. He groaned, lifting his hips obligingly towards the deer to give him a better angle. That groan turned into a cry when he felt Alastor smearing his own precum on the head of his dick and pushing it against his entrance.
More, his heart thudded. More. More.
He must have been saying it out loud without realizing it, because Alastor grinned. “As you wish.”
Then he pushed in. Lucifer screamed as he felt Alastor’s hardness invading him, penetrating him, stretching him to the limit. But with it, he felt the bond between them swell, take on a new shape. The hatred was still there, yes, but there was something else now too.
And through it all, the same sentence kept running over and over in his fevered brain: Alastor’s never taken another mate.
Alastor’s eyes rolled back, his back arching as he let loose a low moan. His body was shaking, and his hips were moving as if he was a man possessed. That smell was thick in the air, drugging them both as the pleasure washed over them, coming faster and faster until finally –
The explosion that ripped through Lucifer was like nothing he had ever felt before. He had been there for the birth of the cosmos, for the first steps of mankind, for everything that had come before and that would come after. He had thought he had experienced all the firsts in the world.
But this…
He clutched Alastor, who was still trembling from the force of the release. Unlike Lucifer, who was basking in the afterglow, he looked…unsure of himself. Now that the pressing drive of the mating call had disappeared, he looked lost, as if he’d been dumped in the middle of a strange land with no map and no compass.
“Don’t go,” Lucifer whispered, eyeing the strange shadows that were bubbling by his feet. “Stay here with me.”
Alastor wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Lucifer didn’t make him. But he did hold his hand.
“We can work it out together. Just stay.”
Alastor didn’t say anything. But the shadows disappeared, and the two of them sat in the stillness and the quiet of the bayou.
He didn’t let go of his hand.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel alastor#hazbin hotel lucifer#alastor#radioapple#my google search history wants me to find jesus#try googling “deer mating signs” without feeling weird#duckiedeer#alastor x lucifer#prompts#asks
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A "screenshot" of newly defrosted Steve's google search history (circa 2012) for @thahiree for the 616 Steve/Tony discord server's stocking exchange.
Part 2 (Tony's search history following this)
#marvel edit#social media edit#steve rogers#captain america#newly defrosted steve rogers#marvel 616#616#stony edit#steve/tony#superhusbands#posts I created#my edits#my collages and edits#google search history#google search history edit
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en-route to the pika oasis (they're low on treats for rooh) <3
#codywan#commander cody#obi-wan kenobi#obi wan kenobi#star wars#sw#u can pry 'tatooine husbands' from my sarlacc-pit cold dead body!!!!#aqua's art fart#aqua.jpg#artists on tumblr#deffo dont have a google search for a DC15 reference pic in my work browser history. no sir. because im a dutiful hard worker yes indeed#500#1000
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it's that time of the month so i had to cope in my own way
#btw if you see stuff like shen qingqiu sanitary pad in my google search history...if you know you know#svsss#scum villian self saving system
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I TAPPED YOUR ASK BUTTON AND AN O'REILLY AD STARTED PLAYING EVERY THO I HAD NOTHING ON????
Okay anyways sorry for being such a frequent asker on the Jedtavius front but do you think Octavius and Jedediah swap folklore/mythology stories?
Like Octavius telling Jed about Apollo and Hyacinthus or Achilles's battle and Jed rambles on about jackalopes?
Cause I do
What a nice idea actually (also don't apologize, it's fine I don't mind)
My attempt at jackalopes and Hyacinthus and Apollo
I couldn't find a way to fit these all together as one big drawing so I took separate photos
#I tried to see what 'O'reilly' was (on YouTube instead of Google so I'd see the ad) and the results were like usa politics related#I had to add 'ad' at the end to find the actual ad. weird#the colors are different because I don't have most of my markers with me so I used whatever my sister had#this took too long to draw because I got so mad while searching 'jackalopes' on Google I had to stop#there were ai images. on my search. ai. brotha ewwwwwww#disgusting.#ask#not anon#night at the museum#natm#natm jedediah#natm octavius#gaius octavius#octavius#jedediah#jedediah smith#jedediah and octavius#jedtavius#art#fanart#traditional art#hyacinthus#apollo#jackalope#I might post that apollo/Hyacinthus drawing separately too. thoughts?#also is roman 'history'/myths just greek myths? I'm too lazy to search it up but I know they have the same gods but with different names#me breaking my head trying to figure out what their greek names are (it helps me connect them to stuff I actually know)
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Fluent Freshman - Part 11
PREVIOUS
FF could admit that he may not be working with a full tank at the moment.
He had not slept very well the night before.
He had watched a lot of horror movies (a genre that he generally does not consume because his mind is already a scary enough place).
He was not able to go see his Grandma and he was going to miss the traditional(tm) Black Friday extravaganza that he and his Grandma did every Black Friday since he was little and encountered the horrible truth about Santa and she’d let him in on when / where most of his Christmas gifts were obtained. (The answer was not the North Pole under the watchful eye of elves. He had cried himself to sleep at the revelation but Gran always had a way of making the worst moments of his life tolerable.)
He may have eaten just…a bit too much pie?
He definitely ate too much turkey.
His stomach is killing him because he had forgotten to take his pepto when he had slammed that five hour energy.
His heart may actually break out of his rib cage with how hard it’s beating in his chest.
He’s been listening to Andrew and Captain Neil go back and forth for the last hour and a half between discussing Aaron’s recent mess ups, to what they’ll do to one another with a locked door between them and the world, to Andrew complaining that Neil’s hand is sweaty, to Neil saying Yes and Andrew’s hand is no longer in Neil’s and-
He clenches his eyes close.
And Andrew has swerved back into the lane for the third time in the last five minutes while saying something unrepeatable about his plans for Captain Neil and the whipped cream.
FF does not handle swerving cars very well.
He hears Andrew say something that sounds like it could lead to a very uncomfortable yeast infection for Captain Neil didn’t properly rinse off afterwards.
The car swerves over the rumble strip.
A fear far stronger than his fear of what Andrew could do to him overtakes him.
“I don’t like swerving cars. So, I’m going to ask that you focus on the road and keep your hands on the steering wheel.” FF says so panicked that he sounds calm and he watches as both Neil and Andrew stiffen at the sound of his voice. “If you can’t, then I’m going to ask that you pull over and let me out.” He offers a second option and a part of him is just amazed that his voice doesn’t crack even once. “I’m fine with either option.” He says.
He says both are fine but…
Honestly he hopes Andrew chooses the first option as he looks at the dark and lonely highway.
He looks back up at the front seat and both Neil and Andrew are looking straight forward. Andrew’s hands are on the steering wheel.
“Thanks.” He says and returns his attention to back over Aaron’s head.
The rest of the ride to Columbia is blessedly quiet. Aaron and Nicky wake up when they get off of the interstate and Nicky has the good grace to try and wipe the drool out of FF’s hair while Aaron seems unbothered by the wet spot he left of FF’s shoulder.
They get out of the car and they each grab their own bag in exhausted silence. Nicky is barely managing to put one foot in front of the other and before FF can do or say anything Nicky is in his room and has locked his door.
The room that FF had been planning on sleeping on the floor of because Nicky had told him he could so that FF would not drink 20 5-hour energies over the course of the weekend.
But Nicky had looked really tired.
So he is given a general tour by a very quiet Captain Neil and FF forces himself not to think about the cooler that Andrew had brought to, what he assumes is, Andrew’s bedroom before it was brought to the kitchen. He gets shown where the blankets and pillows that Kevin uses are and FF nods in quiet acceptance even knowing that he is going to spend the night going over Katakana flashcards and maybe up his literacy on Kanji to a second grader’s level.
Captain Neil wishes him a good night while Andrew gives him a nod and it is the last time he sees Captain Neil that night.
It is not the last time he sees Andrew.
***
Andrew comes out of his room to go get two glasses of water nearly 2 and a half hours later. The house is silent and dark. He is pretty sure him and Neil are the only two up.
He is wrong.
He comes out into the living room on his way to the kitchen and finds FF going through flashcards at a rapid pace. He walks a little closer to see what it is but the flashcards aren’t even right side up half of the time.
He thinks about the car ride.
‘I don’t like swerving cars.’
FF had said it so matter of factly. He was uncomfortable with the swerving.
Andrew had told FF recently about the words he didn’t like.
It felt like FF was offering at least something of himself back to Andrew for the first time.
Andrew thinks about how once his hands had gone back to the steering wheel FF had leaned back into his seat and stared out the window.
Andrew has at various points tried to look up what FF’s circumstances were but searching news sites for someone named ‘Smith’ with no first name to work off of was an exercise in futility.
Neil has lamented many times to Andrew about his bizarre jealousy over how unknowable Smith is. “He’s learning new languages, keeping a low profile, and playing Exy. It’s everything that I wanted in my freshman year and couldn’t manage because Riko pissed me off so much! It’s just kind of hard to see someone living my dream.” He says.
Andrew had punched him in the arm for that one.
“My old dream!” Neil had said and Andrew almost punched him again for the smile he flashed but had ended up kissing his stupid pretty face instead.
Where was he?
Right.
FF didn’t like swerving cars.
It didn’t necessarily have to be the trauma that lead to that aversion. Andrew certainly hadn’t had anything scare him on a plane but he still hated flying.
Still.
“The flash card is upside down.” He says and watches as FF pauses in his shuffling before righting that card and flipping to the next one which was turned to the side as far as Andrew could tell.
FF should be asleep.
FF is not asleep.
It might be Andrew’s fault that his friend can’t sleep.
“It won’t happen again.” He says and FF turns and stares at him blankly for a few seconds before he nods his acceptance.
It’s nice having a friend who understands what he means without needing to explain every little thing.
***
FF thinks he might have double-dosed on the 5-hour energy.
He also thinks he might currently be able to see through time.
His flashcards are making so much sense right now.
Then Andrew had come up and it truly was a miracle that he did not shit himself considering the sheer amount of apple pie still making its way through his system. That’s a lot of fiber for one body and he’s sure the 2-3 Five Hour energies he has taken are not helping his plight in that regard.
“It won’t happen again.” Is what Andrew says and in an instant FF feels his stomach drop to his feet. He nods blankly and watches as Andrew nods back before the man went to the kitchen and left with two tall glasses of water.
‘It won’t happen again’
FF has asked Andrew for TWO favors today.
TWO WHOLE FAVORS.
WHAT WAS HE THINKING?
The answer was that he WASN’T.
Even if FF had paid back one of those favors with the sheer power of his granny’s pie there was the case of the secondary favor he’d asked for in the car.
‘It won’t happen again’
There won’t be anymore favors for FF. He’d used up any mercy his grandma’s pie had bought him.
He considers the time pulls out his phone and goes through some saved text files on his phone.
It’s time for guns even bigger than his grandma’s apple pie.
He takes another five hour energy and knows that he won’t be sleeping a wink. He looks up groceries stores that are open this early on Black Friday, he grabs his wallet and with immense fear in his heart grabs the keys Aaron had dropped into a bowl by the front entrance.
He needs the ingredients for his great-grandma’s brownies.
Do your civic duty and: CAST YOUR VOTE TODAY ABOUT MEMES
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#Fluent Freshman AU#FF's logical reasoning has not ever been his strong suit#But it really tanks when he's hitting levels of manic tired#Andrew goes back into the room with the water for him and Neil#Andrew: FF isn't mad about the car thing#Neil: Oh thank god#Neil: Wait did you hear the door just now?#Andrew: No#Neil: Oh okay I'm sure it's fine.#My search history is a nightmare now#Could Neil get a yeast infection? I'm sure the answer is readily available for me#I thought FOOLISHLY#I got like 12 different think pieces on it when I wanted a YES or a NO#Now Amazon wants to sell me creams that I do NOT need#This is what I get for having searched it on my iphone in the google app#I should have waited to get home and search in Firefox#But I (ever the fool) needed my answers now#AFTG#AFTG AU#AFTG OC#AFTG Shitpost#Andreil#FF - Pt. 11
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she's live
now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3
#also works on mobile btw ☝️ !!#me successfully making this is proof you can achieve anything with 500 google searches#you should see my search history#html how to put image. html how to change image size. html how to put images in a row. html how to center a row of images. html how to#their pinterest boards are disabled at the moment because i need to make them look good before i share them#and most tags don't work yet because i'm too lazy to go back through my whole blog and tag almost 2 years worth of posts 😭#going to christen it by reblogging one of those dress up your sim prompt ask games#if i can find it#and then i'm going to get completely stuck into rufus and sawyers gameplay yessss i can't wait#leaving virgils gameplay forever i think because when rufus and sawyer have a kid i'm moving him in as the babysitter#would you believe me if i told you there is 0 cc clothes in this#i've fallen in love with maxis clothing recently idk what happened to me#besides roxys boots and virgils bag its a vanilla lookbook#thank you to everyone who voted on the poll yesterday btw#even though it was 50/50 the majority of the time it was up#it ended up 60/40 after an hour tho so i went with my fav macmahon lifestages instead of young adult stages!#goodnight <3
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shuake and I’ll give uou a kissie on the cheekie
i said i didn't allow requests for fandoms i dont know but this guy...... this guy get's an exception alright
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The only thing better than pathetic men is pathetic men who are out of their fucking minds. I want Gabriel carnally and I can only express this through shitpost art
#ultrakill#gabriel ultrakill#minos prime#v1 ultrakill#idk if yall tag the council#gonna assume no since theyre only there to give us gabriel murder moments or whatever. my catholic queen#the first and ONLY time ive ever drawn minos prime btw. idk if i can top it#catboy gabriel is. i was watching giannis fucking stream#what is wrong with that man#also the cishet debate is because V1 wore a DOWN WITH CIS shirt and beat the fuck out of gabriel even though hes literally transgender#gabriel not cis het white OR male but hes standing up for the little guy i guess#also had to google image search 'christian t shirts' for gabriels shirt#fun search history addition#alright whatever#squiddlyart
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