Listen, no Lestappen photos yet. But we still got a hand shake, Checo third wheeling, and now a new addition; Charles taking the scale from Max. I count that as a win.
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You tell me that they were going to sing "That's what I like about you" with Eddie arm around Buck shoulder and looking in each other eyes...
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No real art today just anatomy kinda studies with some of the mercs....... look away pls
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I have a suit that remind me of the welcome home Mob au so I drew myself getting tossed into the mob for shits n giggles👍
My ass is NOT making it in the neighborhood‼️‼️
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arsenal only conceded 3 goals instead of 10
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MY FUCKING GUY RED RACER IS BACK AND WITH HIS BOYFRIEND this is a great day good morning everyone
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Slowly drawing P and Peste inspired by pics I've found on Pinterest pt. 1?
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Ty when the beautiful boy he threatened in the basement is actually a Shadowhunter and will live with them in the institute from now on
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max +12 seconds, elder abuse (nando), carlos public enemy number 1, nico not shutting up about lewis, AND A HAMILTON PODIUM!!!!
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something strangely relieving about going from a kid who can only think about the one traumatizing thing that happened to them to an adult with multiple problems to think about
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you and i (drink the poison from the same vine)
(E, 1.3k)
Sam throws his head back laughing, exposing the long line of his neck, and the ridiculously handsome fella opposite him leans in closer, his smile growing at Sam’s laugh.
And really, Bucky’s doing just fine here alone at their table, where Sam abandoned him with an eye roll and a mutter about grabbing a new round of drinks.
The beautiful, empty glass in his hand creaks in warning, because now there’s a hand on Sam’s waist, spread out and intentionally moving to the small of his back, the little finger rubbing at the waist of Sam’s pants.
Bucky blinks and looks down as he opens his palm and watches the cascade of broken glass. There’s a ringing in his ears that has nothing to do with the music, that boiling feeling shakes something inside him like a pressure cooker about to explode.
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