thanks for finding that 10 year old post and giving it an ol like so I can delete it blog that doesn’t follow me and only posts pictures of flowers
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WHO FOUND MY OLD ANALYSES???
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i sent some asks to nova too but i may have accidentally spammed her inbox so here
ASKHSJSHJS I NEED THESE RIGHT NOW
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i just remembered that my therapist told me i was in such bad shape last summer she said “i thought you were gonna die”
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EVEN IF YOU HARASS ME WITH WEIRD PHOTOS I WILL STILL MAKE YOU SLEEP AND STILL PRONOUNCE IT JIF
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Rwby theory
So summers grave is fully empty right?? Cause what happened to her was a mystery and all that and Salem and stuff
You guys think beacons relic is in there
The relic of choice buried with summer
Wouldn’t that be messed up
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DID CHERI PROMISE A VTUBER ARTIST THAT WE’D COMMISSION THEM NEXT YEAR????
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Guys- you’ve failed me.
There’s only 9 fics on ao3 thats abusive relationships, abusive Dean Winchester, destiel.
More. We need more
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It is no surprise my music taste has been influenced by tiktok. Before then it came from furry animation memes and speedpaints
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yeah its me again more angst
rorys father had the same substance issues, but it made him abusive. so one night, after their father had hit them and walked out of their lives once and for all, rory swore to his sister that he would never end up like him.
irony is a bitch, right?
Holy fuck-where do you get these headcanons?
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one thing toji loves to do before fucking your brains out is to ask you ‘where you want him’. and each time without fail, your fingers wrap around his wrist and guide his large, callused and manly hand to your lower tummy.
“mhmm— atta girl,” toji coos and his dick throbs, the bulge painfully obvious through his black boxers. it nearly drives him to the edge as his fingers trail up and down your stomach.
his signature smirk tugs at the scarred corner of his lip. “where’d ya think i’ll reach this time?” the dark-haired man asks. he’s so nasty with it, in a good way. his tongue darts out to wet his lips as the pad of his index finger prods at the skin near your belly button.
“here?” toji hums thoughtfully, knowing this was making you drip onto the sheets below. he knows he’s big— he knows he can rearrange your guts properly and make you cockdrunk without even sticking his dick in your needy cunt, and he thrives off the fact.
“or maybe up here if i put y’r sweet little ass in a mating press,” toji teases while his index finger slides a centimetre upwards. his dirty words are making you moan and buck your hips; a sign of your desperation.
he palms his cock through his boxers for a couple times before hastily tugging at the waistband.
“heh, guess there’s only one way to find out, doll.”
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