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Rereading Hunger Games so have book Everlark, but before they’re Everlark ig haha

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Dribbles down his chin. Smeared all over his cheeks. Nose? Coated. Says 'please' and 'thank you' the entire time. It's disgusting. It's like a mukbang. He's a total cum munch. Could finish just from a facial.

Dinner wise he's very polite and proper.

do you guys think mike schmidt is a messy eater

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Like with pussy??

do you guys think mike schmidt is a messy eater

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Guys imagine Peeta dirty talking in his southern accent.

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Chat. I feel like you guys don’t know how genuinely, actually and truly fucking insane I really am. So, for any of you lovely folks unaware, over on my Instagram @ notquitekr.is (DON’T forget the period) I am currently drawing a shot of the FNaF movie every day. Here is day one hundred and sixty two. (I thought you guys might like this one. ;-9)

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Mikey got caught 🚬

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thsi is their dynamic to me

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God damn. Now all I can think about is springtrap hacking up guts and such like a puking cat

Keep him away from carpets

bad news :(

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Why does he have the stance that says “i wanna be pegged so badly” like

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The rainwater drips through the cracks in the ceiling

No one is there to stop Peeta when he tries to strangle Katniss. Major character death

Keep reading

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I need child support for the kids in my throat

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HEAVENLY side profile

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Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

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screaming, crying, throwing up

not doing this. henry is my guy, and im not ready to see him get ruined. blumhouse i will pay you to let me go and write henry for you

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"Why are you doing this to me?" Peeta's bloodshot eyes stared wildly into my own. He slammed a fist on the counter. "Fuck Katniss, this isn't my fault. I didn't do this to you."

I glared at him in return, a thousand different biting retorts dancing on my tongue. But he was right. None of this was his fault. None of it was either of our faults and it was driving me insane. There was nothing I could do.

"I'm going to Finnick's" I stormed out of the kitchen, snatching my stupid diamond clutch off the floor on the way out.

Peeta screamed in frustration behind me, but I didn't turn back. When I stepped into the elevator, he was there in the hall.

"You know what?" he sneered. "Don't come back."

"Happily," I punched the button to the lobby. When the doors finally slid shut between us I allowed myself to scream.

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actually what i require from fictional relationships is two people who have never once been even a little bit normal about each other. just two absolute codependent freaks. would crawl inside each other's skin if they could figure out how.

anyway i'm rewatching the x files

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Repaint of a drawing from the old blog. I love thinking of Everlark at a Capitol party. Victors Gone Wild.