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Contemporary Bedroom Bedroom - large contemporary master dark wood floor and brown floor bedroom idea with beige walls and no fireplace
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Marlene Dietrich, 1935
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Transitional Dining Room - Dining Room Combination kitchen/dining room with a spacious transitional travertine floor and beige walls
#corner fireplace#arteriors home#chandelier#travertine floor#dark wood dining table#zebra print chairs
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San Francisco Great Room Dining Room Stunning image of a great room in a mountainous style with a stone fireplace, dark wood floors, and white walls.
#purple lacquered desk#industrial hanging pendant light#zebra print upholstered chair#wooden dining table and chairs#natural wood tongue and groove ceiling#vaulted ceiling
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Contemporary Deck - Uncovered
Mid-sized trendy rooftop rooftop deck photo with no cover
#dark hardwood deck#dark hardwood deck table#deck#zebra print cushions#wrought iron banister#beige and white zebra print cushions#roof deck
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Dining Room - Contemporary Dining Room Great room - mid-sized contemporary dark wood floor great room idea with beige walls and no fireplace
#distressed wood dining table#silver spike centerpiece#metallic wallpaper accents#zebra print dining chairs#dark wood ceiling beam#candlestick chandeliers
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Dining Room San Francisco Stunning image of a great room in a mountainous style with a stone fireplace, dark wood floors, and white walls.
#natural wood tongue and groove ceiling#vaulted ceiling#industrial hanging pendant light#zebra print upholstered chair#wine storage#wooden dining table and chairs
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Modern Kids Dallas Inspiration for a mid-sized modern gender-neutral carpeted kids' room remodel with beige walls
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Heartsteel! Members suddenly have to take care of a child; Headcanons (Gender neutral and in an imaginary world where police is THAT useless. I like to think it isn't)
How they found you and how they reacted :
Kayn:
- He was literally minding his own business
- You ran up to him because of his pink eye and pink hair.
- Just straight up grabbing his left leg and not letting go, like a little menace.
- He tried to shake you off
- Almost fell face first into a wall while jumping around with his free leg.
- The little tic (You) had the grip of a true warrior.
- You bit him in his calf.
- Didn't hurt him that much. Instead it spooked him because he didn't expect a small child to have such sharp teeth. He hit his face on a pole on the sidewalk.
- What are you, a vampire? You little menace.
- You didn't know what menace meant, but vampire sounded cool. You pretended to be a vampire from this moment on, trying to bite him.
- At some point he finally got you off his leg and carried you under his arm like a bag.
- Wha- THE FU--
- Yes, you bit his arm
- Dude was so confused that he didn't even call the police
- Instead he took you home so Yone can take care of you.
Yone:
- Was grocery shopping, rolling his cart and checking the list if he needed anything
- Suddenly there was you, running around with a mini shopping cart.
- Totally proud of yourself. You were acting like an adult and you liked it (Because rolling the cart is fun).
- At some point you got lost from your family and then you saw Yone.
- It's not everyday you see someone in a zebra (in your child words. It wasn't a zebra print) shirt print.
- Like the young and cultured child you were, you asked if he saw your parents.
- The mom of the group tried to find your parents.
- Failed.
- The police wasn't really much help either. No one reported you missing.
- They (Police) were trying to take you but you cried so much because you didn't want to be separated from the gentle giant.
- One thing led to another and the police have his number and they will call him if they have any information.
- Brought you a pair of clothes so you have a change of clothes for later.
- Everyone was surprised when Yone didn't return with groceries and instead with a child.
K'sante:
- Was walking out of the gym and through a park
- Instantly noticed that you were alone on the playground.
- Checks for anyone in the vicinity of the park.
- The nearest residential area was a long way from the park.
- Walks up to you, crouches and greets you.
- Another gentle giant. But more energetic.
- Your sibling left you here as a prank to scare you.
- Parents gone on a trip.
- Cue inner anger at your sibling.
- Takes you to an ice cream shop. Buys you your favorite. With extra whipped cream/fruit.
- Contemplates his next options.
- Decides to take you home since it was getting dark, left his number at the police station and let them know the situation.
- Let's Yone know. Yone buys you a few things.
- Shows you his big armadillo plushie.
- The rest doesn't know that you are there yet (minis Yone)
Aphelios:
- Yes, he was in a store.
- Yes, they sold plushies.
- Yes, he bought a plushie gun and he was buying ammo.
- It's all for a prank I swear.
- You were hiding under one of the tables.
- Initially didn't care for you. Was sure your parents were nearby.
- They were not.
- Walks with you hand in hand, slow peace isn't a problem for him
- Thinks how you follow after him with your steps is cute.
- Calls his sister for help. She is completely serious and comes to you guys.
- She falls instantly in love with how cute and precious, scoops you up in her arms and carries you around.
- Aphelios kinda regrets not picking you up sooner.
- They go to the police station and they do nothing.
- Time to let Yone know what was happening...
- Since you were cute and you made his sister happy, he was quite happy himself to join his sister to buy cute things for you.
Ezreal:
- Was buying himself boba in a mall.
- And a new phone charger.
- His last one got destroyed by a mistake by Aphelios' prank.
- Saw you in the cutest, silliest outfit.
- Dude loves cute things almost as much as Aphelios.
- But you were alone. Like sitting in the corner alone and looking at people.
- You noticed him.
- Big pant look cool.
- Cue you running up to him and asking all about his pants, not understanding why it had so many unnecessary accessories.
- He discovers you were left alone by your sibling (again).
- You've been in the mall since the early morning. It was almost evening now.
- Goes to the police. Police is useless.
- Carries you around on his shoulders. Your laugh is precious and so is your happiness.
- His (not biological) little sibling! His little angel!
- He swore to protect you until the end.
- Gave you his boba since you were thirsty.
- MMm boba balls. They pop. It's cool as frick.
Sett:
- Was totally practicing basketball
- Found you alone. No one around.
- You asked about his ears. Reminded you of a dog.
- You love dogs.
- So does he.
- Instant connection.
- Calls his Mama for help.
- She is far away now but tells him to get you something to drink and eat and then take you to the police.
- Does as told.
- Buys you something to drink.
- Buys you dino nuggets.
- You both love them.
- Hols your hand and walks with you.
- Gives up when his back eventually starts hurting from bending so much and walking so slowly.
- Police is useless.
- Comes home and notifies Yone so he can take care of it.
- Feeds you more dino nuggets and sugar, while Yone does all the work.
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The other day I was at work and I had this table of all old women dressed to the nines and there was one in this little zebra print number with some sort of feathered something it was truly a wonder to behold and my (heterosexual) (presumably not terminally online) coworker goes “what is she wearing” and without really thinking I go “it’s called cunt and she’s serving it.” You can’t imagine the look I got
#JUST REALIZED MY PROBLEM WITH THIS JOB BTW. NONE OF MY COWORKERS ARE GAY THAT I KNOW OF#I’ve always had gay coworkers. and like a lot of them. shout out to the first girl to ever flirt with me <3.#there’s probably someone who’s gay but listen I have. the worst gaydar.
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Can we get a fic about Wilson&House finding out Chase regresses please 🙏🙏🙏
Fun fact! I already had a prompt similar to this sitting in my notes app before I ever made this blog, so I decided to work on that! It just includes cg!House, I hope that's alright. House would have a very... ahem, interesting first-time-cg style.
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Word Count: 1230
Summery: House can tell that something is up with Chase on an overnight shift.
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Something was wrong with Chase.
House stared at him through the glass of his office, watching him go back and fourth between flipping through the patient’s files and a newspaper crossword. At least, that was what he was pretending to do. Chase’s eyes were obviously unfocused and staring directly through the papers, and it looked more like he was moving them around on autopilot to seem busy in front of his boss who he knew would be spying on him through the window. A smart move to be sure, but ultimately a pointless one.
Chase picked up his pen and hovered it over the newspaper like he was going to write in an answer, then stopped and put the end of the pen in his mouthfor the dozenth time.
House wrinkled his nose in disgust. He was never using that pen again. It was definitely covered in bite marks and saliva, and while there was probably a large clientele who would pay too much for pretty-boy’s spit, he wasn’t one of them. If it wasn’t the pen, then it was biting the top half of his thumb or pointer finger, before he would get a look on his face and switch back to the pen or the cuff of his coat sleeve.
Then there was the fidgeting. For the most part, Chase matched the expected appearance of a man who had been awake for twenty-four hours on an overnight patient watch; sunken eyes, painfully-bored expression, slumped posture, and a general air of ‘I’d rather be having steamy sex with a hooker right now’— or maybe that was just him— but Chase was fidgeting almost constantly. It consisted mostly of swinging his feet back and fourth under the glass table or mindlessly shaking his free hand up and down. When he was particularly lost in thought, he would begin rocking in place to entertain himself.
It was when the thought crossed House’s mind that Chase looked more like a little kid waiting for their parent to finish up at the DMV than a doctor trying to stay awake that he began to think that Chase was more than just tired.
Age regression was a zebra, but Cuddy hadn’t given him his own team and office because he was an expert at finding horses.
He watched as Chase yawned and rubbed his eyes, then rested his head on his hand and slipped his entire thumb in his mouth. If it wasn’t regression, then House got an embarrassing habit to hold over his head for the rest of time.
It was probably best to test his hypothesis before they were called to deal with the patient and Chase’s toddler brain accidentally killed her. He turned to his laptop and typed ‘colouring pages’ into Google, then printed the first result; an ocean floor scene with corny cartoon dolphins and fish.
At the sound of the printer starting in the office, Chase seemed to snap back into some kind of focus and pulled his thumb from his mouth, hastily tucking it against his cheek.
When House walked in, Chase pushed away his file and cleared his throat. “Did you find something for the patient? I can’t think of anything.”
“Forget the patient, I have a much more important question.” He set down the colouring page in front of Chase, “How do you feel… about sea creatures?”
He watched as Chase’s eyes went wide for a split second before he schooled his face into confusion. “What’s this?”
“Sea creatures.” He tapped the cartoon dolphin’s face, “See?”
“Yeah, uh… Why?”
“You tell me. Why would I, as your boss, distract you from a case with a children’s colouring page?”
Chase shrugged, looking anywhere but directly at the picture. “I ‘dunno…”
“Sure you do.” House nudged at the pen on the table. The plastic end was completely mangled by teeth marks, and it left behind a small trail of spit as it rolled. “And the sleeve, and the thumb, and the fidgeting like a four-year-old.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, House—“
“Tell me the truth, or you’re fired.”
Chase looked up at him in disbelief. “W-What?”
“You’re showing signs of an altered mental state. What if you were drunk? Or on drugs?” House wondered aloud, “The hospital wouldn’t take kindly to that, and what would that say about me? I can’t have a drugged-out doctor on my team—“
“I’m not on drugs! Or drinking!”
“Then what?“
“It’s age regression, okay?” Chase blurted, “It’s this thing I do, I-I was thinking like a kid and it’s not like— why am I explaining it? You already knew, I’m just— I was tired and we weren’t getting anywhere with the case, s-so…”
House smirked with vindication. “So you figured it was fine if your adult brain took a vacation for a few hours, right? The patient’s not important, I get it.”
Chase buried his face in his hands. The tips of his ears were bright red with shame. “Please don’t fire me. I swear, it was a one-time thing, I’m not— I can control it, I—“
He hummed and tapped his fingers against his cane in dramatic thought. “I don’t know… I’m pretty sure you need to be at least eighteen to be a doctor, and you’re, what? Five? Cuddy wouldn’t appreciate the liability, and I don’t know if I can trust you to be a big boy if you can’t handle a—.”
Chase sniffled. Ah, crap.
“M’sorry,” He mumbled and stood up quickly to leave, but House grabbed him by the arm before he could run away and lightly pushed him back down into the chair.
“Sit down, relax.” He wanted to mess with the kid, not make him cry. “I’m not going to fire you.”
Chase looked up at him, eyes round and wet like a sad puppy. House grimaced. “But you said…”
“It was a joke. I was just messing with you.” He didn’t look convinced. On one hand, House was happy that his theory was correct. On the other, now he was stuck babysitting his employee who he’d inadvertently worked up into a panic. Why couldn’t kids ever understand sarcasm?
“Oh…” Chase shrunk in on himself and fiddled with the end of his tie. “…Sorry.”
“It’s fine, kid.” He sighed. “How young am I dealing with here?” If he was babysitting, he at least wanted to know what he was getting into.
Chase stared at him owlishly like he was afraid to answer, and his face flushed pink as he answered, “Six..?”
“So I was close! Look at me go. Listen, we’re going to talk about this later, but you’re not fired, got it?”
“Mhm.”
“Oh, and you’re off the case until you’re an adult again. If you get paged, I’ll go. I was serious about the liability, Cuddy’ll be up my ass if I let a toddler perform CPR.”
Chase frowned indignantly. “That’s not a nice word. An’ I’m not a toddler.”
Oh good, the language police. “You’re close enough.” He turned to grab the cup of pens on a nearby counter and set it down next to the colouring page. “Here. Not much for colours, but it’ll do.”
Chase looked between him and the pens a few times before hesitantly picking up a red one and beginning to fill in the crab.
“Oh, and no eating them. Those are my good pens.”
#sfw age regression#sfw agere#agere blog#age regression#fandom agere#house md agere#house md#fanfic#gregory house#robert chase
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A story about a crane.
When I was a little kid, I got really into origami. My elementary school library had a wall of art books and every week I'd check out one about origami and take it home to practice. I got good at turning printer paper into squares, and I'd sit at the dining room table trying to figure out all the different folds. I mastered the square base and the kite base and even the bird base, and I made lots of little animals! I'm sure I still have zebra-printed origami paper somewhere, a gift from a relative I think.
Despite my best efforts, I never could figure out how to fold a crane as a kid. My little fingers couldn't handle all the thick inverted folds, and I'd inevitably get frustrated and go back to making something more fun (my favorite projects were modular ones; I also folded a million of those jumping frogs). I eventually moved onto another art form (I think I was into mosaics after that) and have hardly touched origami in the 10+ years since.
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This past weekend, I took the train into the next town over to visit a few shops there. I've been wanting to try out origami again, and I kept an eye out for origami paper at the bookstore and art supply store I visited, but no luck (the stores were lovely though! I bought a couple books I don't need and some stamping supplies that I do need).
I stopped to get a bagel and a coffee and entirely missed the hourly train back home. Chagrined, I ducked into a nearby gift shop to get out of the cold and kill some time before the next train. The shop was this lovely little Japanese-owned place, packed with greeting cards, and jigsaw puzzles, and earrings made by local artists, and a back wall with the most beautiful ceramics and carved chopsticks. And origami paper!!! I hadn't known this shop was here until then, how lucky, right?
I picked out this really pretty pack:
When I brought it up to pay (along with a cat greeting card for my mom), the nice lady working the checkout counter was excited to tell me that the designs on the paper are based on traditional kimono patterns, and she showed me how to fold a little origami pouch! She also gave me a bag because she could tell I was struggling to carry all my purchases (I'm not used to New Jersey yet and I always forget to bring a reusable bag with me), and slipped a couple chocolates in there when I wasn't looking, and she sent me on my way.
Today I sat down, looked up a tutorial, and finally fumbled my way through...
...my first paper crane.
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#the crane is a little wet now but i think it otherwise looks pretty good!#stories#my projects#my stories#origami#origami cranes#paper crane#long post
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the world bleeds grey and so do i — kento nanami & villain verse .
haibara dies and he's had enough. the life of a jujutsu sorcerer is left at the medical examination room. at the foot of that awful steel table.
society welcomes yet another cog into the capitalism dictated machine. he works his nine to five, five to nine, nine to nine. it's nonstop. a vacation to malaysia, he often thought to himself on the cusp of sleep, i'll take time off at some point.
all kento thinks of is money.. more and more money. it becomes all consuming. robs him of desires outside of monetary value. shackles him to the same wooden desk and grey cubicle walls day in, day out. he chases a promotion that feels just short of death. he is working himself to death. longer hours, less time dedicated to health, even fewer for himself.
he still sees curses. still occasionally sees a glimpse of all too familiar school uniforms. both alike are integrated in society, forever stamped into his life no matter how far he tries to run.
soon enough, his stride breaks.
haibara died and he still sees him silhouetted with each jujutsu student. grinning. bloody. here. gone. it's sickening and he's at his breaking point. he's lived both lives. seen both sides of this awful, shitty world. both of which he hated. both of which costed him greatly.
so he chooses the one he deems himself better at.
MISC . INFO .
— he doesn't align himself with kenjaku, sukuna, or the sorcerers. instead, he aligns with himself and stays true to his decisions.
— he did not know about geto's body being possessed by kenjaku until shibuya. only reason why he was there at that specific time was for another mission lead. once he learns about geto's body, he is gunning for kenjaku. this infuriates him to the core.
— he still fought mahito and jogo with the addition of naobito. he still lost his arm and his eye. he still barely survived.
— *** in this verse he can't bring himself to interact with his once peers. gojo, shoko, utahime, mei mei, etc. that being said, i want him to!! we'll just have to plot it out a little!
— he prefers to wear red and black instead of blue and cream. his tie is zebra print ( scary ). his blade is not wrapped.
#* & the world bleeds grey and so do i — villain verse .#// ha..... hahahaha psp..ppspspspsps....... sigh..#* & nanami kento — headcanon .
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Favors Between Fiends | OATSH
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Summary: How Vox met Valentino. Background for future stories.
“Am I going to get told why I was just swiped off the street by a bunch of strangers and taken to a dark secluded room or am I just going to have to guess?”
The demon sitting atop the single table in the room instead of one of the two chairs was a new comer to Hell.
He was tall, taller than most. He had the antenna and wings of a moth. He seemed to have a penchant for zebra print based on his fedora and his coat of maybe it was his wings. Vaguely Vox recalled that his wife’s assistant, Starlight, was a moth demon as well and often hid her wings in the form of clothing. Either way, it didn’t matter. The point was the man was easy to spot.
Being easy to spot was a good thing in this case, at least for Vox’s purposes. The man was easy to recognize and easier to get information on. It did make subtle transportation of him a bit more complicated but still, he managed.
“Because I have plenty of guesses, guapo,” the man purred as he leaned over the table.
Vox kicked the door shut and didn’t react to the blatant flirtation.
He had no want to. He wasn’t stupid. The man was charismatic but Vox was loyal. Obsessive to some but he’d describe himself as loyal. Loyalty is what brought him here, not lust like so many came crawling to this man to.
“Valentino,” Vox said, the name rolling off his tongue in a pleasant way (in a different afterlife, a way he could get used to but not this one), “I’ve brought you here for a meeting.”
The moth chuckled. “Oh-ho-ho, please, do tell me more.”
Vox batted away Valentino’s reaching hand and placed his own on the back of his chair. He elected to stand behind it instead of sit.
“It’s been brought to my attention that you’re the man people have begun to flock to when they want something,” Vox said, “something of a particular interest.”
“Don’t you know it. Tell me, what is it that the big Overlord Vox wants from me, hm? Is the bitch getting boring?”
Vox reacted before he could even think.
He grabbed Valentino’s hand in an electric grasp and yanked him down. Valentino yelped as he fell off the table and was thrown into one of the chairs. It only made his fall onto the floor that much worse. He groaned as his head hit the floor.
“What the fuck?!” he yelled as three hands went to push himself up and the final went to his head, his hat having fallen off it.
Vox kicked the man. Then he pressed his foot above his heart. He allowed his weight to shift to the foot holding the man down.
“Do not ever insult my wife again,” Vox said in a low, glitching tone.
Red ran down his lip from where his teeth had nipped the inside of his mouth as he had scowled and bared his teeth.
“¡Muy bien! ¡Muy bien!” Valentino pleaded as his hands went flat against the floor in surrender.
Vox let his foot up and brought his hands out from behind his back to dust the together.
“See,” Vox said with a wide grin and gesture, “that wasn’t so hard!”
“Yeah, not anymore,” Valentino muttered.
Vox grabbed the chair that had toppled and slammed it into the ground. The air around filled with a screeching sound as he turned it towards Valentino and gestured.
Valentino scoffed. He got himself off the ground and slumped into the seat. Vox pushed the chair up as close to the table as he could get and smiled when he heard the breath leave Valentino’s lungs.
He walked around the table and pulled his own chair out, not a sound to be heard from it. He slid into it with practiced grace and ease. He placed his hands on either arm rest.
“Now, why I summoned you here,” Vox said. “I’m certain you have questions. I do as well and with luck, we’ll fine we both have answers.”
Valentino raised an unamused eyebrow. “And what questions do you have for me to answer?”
“Now, now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Vox said. “First things first, I require your silence but I understand that’s not something you’re known for so allow me to propose a deal. Oh, don’t look at me like that. You’ll get something for the strenuous effort it takes to keep one’s mouth closed.”
Vox pulled out a piece of paper and slid it towards Valentino. He picked it up and held it close to his face.
Vox continued on, “In exchange for your silence, you get a single cash in favor.”
“Just one?!” Valentino asked as he slammed the contract onto the table. “I’d agree to not talk about whatever questions you have— seriously, what is it? Do you have erectile dysfunction? They make pills for that, you know?— and I get a single favor?”
“You’re new,” Vox said, “so let me educate you on how things work around here. The weak get ignored. They get trampled in and crushed but they get ignored. You already have whispers floating around about you but you have no idea how to make them say things that will benefit you. Whispers that have already gotten back to overlords. Specifically, two overlords who have very strong morals and don’t hesitate to squash any bug that pesters.
“Fortunately for you, I have connections to those people. I can drive them off you scent and you can go back to being ignored or if you’re so insistent that you must fly towards the light, I can stop you from getting burned. No one else in all of Hell has that power except for me. It wouldn’t be a light, small favor. It would be saving your afterlife.”
Vox held out his hand, “Do we have a deal?”
A single begrudged, “yes,” would unknowingly start a forty plus year long relationship. One that Vox never really wanted but ended up having nonetheless.
A true deal for souls would be made when Valentino cashed in his favor. Vox regretted the way things would go but the outcome is something he wouldn’t trade much for.
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WHERE: apple blossom celebration — more specifically, one of the picnic tables near the vendor booths, probably off to the side like the little freak they are.
WITH: anybaddie, 3 / 3 ( closed�� for replying! )
they’re trying to be social ― or, as social as they can be with the amount of classic rbf that is not genetic and a beat up nintendo switch that, evidently, is holding on by a thread. or many threads and duct tape that is zebra print. either way, for what it's worth, enzo is reading the room — there's different booths and they got … a drink. of something. they haven't had any sips of it yet, no telling if it was worth the ten dollars or if he's going to have to beg his mother for yet another twenty to break it into a ten. again. placing the device on the table face down, staring off into space has it's perks. for a moment. until someone is .. wandering? standing? looking? anyway. peripheral vision is a life saver, because now they can look .. not so weird. or maybe weirder. either or. “you can - um ―” adjusts in their seat, grabbing onto the switch for some odd kind of comfort thing. or something. “you can sit. like.” get out with it kid. “if you want – or not. it's just me.”
#anwyays this is all to say. u can sit with enzo and chat and have a laugh (?) or not...#(pls sit with themim shaking)#pslfr the love of gawd and whoever PLS ASSUME CONENCTIONSJSDVDJKFJVDXJKZFVD#akways looks so sad… thoy get that ass up and work-#bwfm.starter
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