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dusunsene dunyaya bi kez geluyosun onda da aklini kullanamayan cahil cuhela yirtigin twkisin
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guys check out the username of this pornbot... inspired
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Donnie is better than biology (no he isn't I was done with my work.. Biology rocks)
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*february 13th*
bernard, messing around: he told me throw it back abowwwww
tim, exasperated: how abowwwww you be my valentine
#bernard: *stops abowing* i thought you'd never ask#batfam#batman#dc comics#tim drake#incorrect quotes#dc#bernard dowd#credits to obsessedpotato26#this format is so weird im on my laptop rn#timbern#timber
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Generation 3 Heir - Tania Vaughn
☁️ Tania Vaughn is the Gen 3 heir of the Vaughn Legacy. her aspiration is platinum artist and her traits are loyal, vegetarian, woohoo lover, born salesman, and trust issues.
marital status: couple with useless help
children: 4
career: singer/songwriter
goals:
(1) become a proper celebrity, (2) max singing & guitar skill, (3) attend a club meeting every sim week, (4) max gang leader skill
#legacy: vaughn#sims 4 gameplay#sims 4 legacy#ts4 legacy#*tania#*vl3#i actually completed like 75% of this gen already#but i need somewhere to put this photos abow#i haven't completed like half the goals tho#4th goal kinda random#theres a storyline#but im not good w words#it comes together tho#p.sims
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It's a shame that Richard siken has become like the patron saint of Tumblrcore yearning poetry because this part of wishbone is literally dry heave material like i can't believe this poem is being associated with peeling oranges tender web weaves
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I wanna show somebody son what these daddy issues can do
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I can't write sentimental letters because even just think about it makes me start crying
#rambling#thinking abow houw much I love and appreciate my friends and it makes me cry#phever dreams with phantom
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Keta und Krawall ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein
Summary: a stupid accident leads to something you didn’t expect to happen.
Warnings: 18+ but read at your own risk, smut (lmao), alcohol consumption (mentioned), drug use (don’t do that guys), oral (m! receiving), public shenanigans in a club toilet and I guess that’s it
WC: 1k
A/N: abow guys here we are this is my first EVER published work lmao so pls bear with me. This shits not proofread bc I’m lazy. Also pls bear with me bc English isn’t my first language 👹
18+ under the cut!
To say the music that was blasting through the speakers in club was loud would definitely be an understatement.
“Want another one?” Helen, your best friend, screams over the music.
A nod and she was gone, leaving you swinging your hips to the music alone.
Nights like these were your favorite. Sweaty bodies moving in sync together to the beats of the music, mixing with the feeling and the high of just being free.
The sudden feeling of wetness against your back pulled you straight back out of your little bubble into reality.
Turning around you were met with a pair of blue eyes, widened in shock. “WHAT THE FUCK?!”
You could barely hear him say a sorry, since the music was way too loud.
“Fuck!” Giving him one last glare, you stormed off into the restrooms of the small club you were at.
It was small and definitely looked like it had seen better days. But you didn’t care.
Taking off your soaked shirt you let out a deep sigh, leaking against the sink.
“Hey.”
Startled, you turned around to look at the source of the voice coming from somewhere.
The guy who just poured his whole drink over your outfit was standing there in the doorway, scratching the back of his head. His blonde hair was messy, hanging in his eyes.
Sweat was covering his face as he looked at you. “I’m sorry about- uh that.” He said, nodding at the shirt in your hands.
“Oh it’s fine.”
He could definitely hear the venom in your voice. “Can I make it up to you somehow?”
That was surprising. Eying the man up and down you couldn’t suppress a grunt forming on your red colored lips.
“You’re Joost Klein.” That wasn’t a question.
Joost let out a small chuckle. “Alive and breathing I guess. So? Can I?”
Nodding, you grinned at him. “Actually yeah. Got 5€?”
Taking a small baggy out of your back pocket you looked up at him.
“Uh yeah sure.” Joost did look kinda confused as he looked at the small baggy in your hands while handing you the bill.
“Ever took ketamine?” You asked as you poured out a line on sink.
Seeing his adam’s apple bop in nervousness you knew what answer was coming. “No.”
“That’s okay. You don’t need to.” You said while sniffing the line, throwing your head back and closing your eyes before looking at him.
Holding the rolled bill out to him you grinned. “Unless you want to?”
And he didn’t need to be told twice. Laying out another line, you watched him sniff it.
Biting your lip as he threw his head back, exhaling softly.
The smile on your face didn’t fade as he looked into your eyes, making you both laugh.
When the laughing slowly started to bubble down, neither of you knew what was happening next.
Joosts hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you into his lap while your mouths clashed together into a heating kiss.
Feeling his tongue on your chapped lips, you opened them, giving him permission to slip it inside, fighting for dominance with your tongue.
And then your brain stopped working.
His growing hard on was suddenly very prominent against your thigh, only being separated by your tights and his jeans.
Pulling away your eyes met his again, silently asking for permission.
“Fuck.” He mumbled. “Go for it schatje (baby).”
Not breaking eye contact you got up from his lap and let yourself fall to your knees in front of him, pulling at his belt and opening it with shaky fingers.
Helping you, Joost opens the button of his jeans and pulls the down to his ankles along with his boxers, freeing his erection.
Your eyes widened in shock. How was that even supposed to fit in your mouth?
“Are you okay?” Joosts voice brings you back to earth.
God, you probably just looked like an idiot staring at his cock.
“O-oh yeah just- fuck!” You exclaimed. “Never had one this big.”
That made him chuckle. “Well then better go for it before someone comes in. Suck my dick bitch.”
Rolling your eyes you wrapped your hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly. Keeping what he just said were lyrics from one of his songs.
He looks even more angelic from the spot you are in right now. His hair still messy, eyes closed and head drawn back against the wall as you worked him in your hand.
Dipping your head down you finally worked up enough courage to take him in your mouth.
The taste of salty precum hit your taste buds instantly, making you moan out around him.
His hands are now both on your head, holding your hair out of your face into a messy ponytail.
“You like that don’t you? Sucking my cock in a bathroom where everyone could just walk in.”
And then he thrusted his hips upward, taking you aback and making you gag in surprise.
Joost slowly starts to fuck your throat. And you liked it.
He slowly gets faster, your hands gripping his thighs, eyes watering as he starts chasing his high.
Letting out a breathy moan, he looks down at you, watching his dick disappear between your lips.
Suddenly he pulls you off. Wrapping a hand around his thick shaft he strokes himself a few more times before spilling his seed all over your beautiful and fucked face. “Here it comes prinses (Princess).”
As the first drops of cum hit your cheek your lips turned into a smile.
Opening your mouth you try to catch some of it before he lets go of you, slumping back against the wall and covering his face.
“I usually don’t do this you know.” The embarrassment was visible in his voice.
Getting up, you take a wipe to clean yourself up. “Neither do I.”
Leaning against the sink again you watched him putting himself back into place. A soft sigh escaping your lips as you turn around to leave.
“Hey.” His voice is soft. “What’s your name?”
Stopping you turn around one last time “Y/N.”
And with that you leave him alone.
The sound of Keta und Krawall by Ikkimel is all you can hear again as you walk back into the club.
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A/N: if you made it to the end, thank you. Hopefully there’s more to come 🥹
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love it when i finally get the motivation to do my work at 5 in the afternoon and as i open the document, shuffle throws my fav songs at me, setting off my mandatory mental reaction of AAAAAAA SONGS CRUNCHY
#'okay time to talk aboWE WERE ONE AND THE SAME RUNNING LIKE MOTHS TO THE FLAAAAAAAME'#isa's adventures
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my unpopular gilmore girls opinions (like actually):
-i don’t mind lane’s husband zach. like i think he was kind of a moron but he stepped up to the plate and was consistantly there for lane. why do people want lane to pine for dave 10 years later like he was her one and only soulmate instead of a really cool guy who was a really cool guy bc he wasn’t on the show long enough to get a villain arc. i think the problem with lane’s storyline is that she didn’t get to go out on an adventure, not that she settled down with zach instead of dave. i would have been pissed if she got pregnant and stayed in SH for life even if it was with dave.
-i don’t think everything that went wrong with luke and jess was jess’ fault and that he only had himself to blame for getting kicked out. like luke taking jess in no questions asked was a really great gesture but he didn’t know what he was doing from that point on. him doing a nice thing doesn’t mean he’s somehow abow getting slightly critisised for handling a lot of things wrong. like i do think a 17-18 yo is entitled to a place to stay without conditions and despite screwing things up and luke needed to either fully be that person or not at all
-i often hear ”rory said no to logan’s proposal just to be his mistress later, she should have just said yes”, which… no, it’s ok to want something at 32 that you didn’t want at 22 (disclaimer: it’s not ok to sleep with someone else’s fiancee). i even hear a lot of people say rory should have said yes to logan even without bringing up AYITL and i really don’t understand why this is the general opinion. and i’m not saying this because i’m team jess over logan, i wouldn’t have wanted jess and rory to get married at 22 either. we’ve known since season 1 that rory has dreams and plans to travel and when logan proposed and they presented it as kind of a 50/50 thing i was baffled because ofc it’s a no. also if someone tells you ”either we get married or we break up”, always break up!!!
-luke and lorelai… are not compat- i mean initially they were cute, but just on a fundamental level- i mean… ok actually i’m not brave enough to go there, maybe in the next post. all i’m saying is that i rooted for them as much as the next guy and that they probably wouldn’t have been truly content if they never gave a relationship a go and they’d probably always be jealous of the other’s romantic relationships a little bit BUT that they’re too different (both personality wise and in handling stuff in general) to actually create a life together. they work in the diner setting but seeing each other 24/7 and agreeing on day to day decisions? idk. oops, looks like i went there anyways. also i’m not saying i don’t like them together, in fact they’re together in every single gilmore girls universe i have in my head but yk
-jess wasn’t the best boyfriend but a lot of their issues was rory subconsciously comparing what jess did with what dean would have done and their relationship was never going to work with such a fresh breakup hanging over them like that. the issue of jess not calling rory and making a plan and rory being mad that she had to sit around and wait for him to do it for example is not jess being malicious, it’s just them genuinely having different expectations and ideas of what a relationship is which could have been solved with a) some communication and b) dean and lorelai not breathing down their necks and preying on their downfall
-i think lorelai could stand to butt out of rory’s life and be a bit nicer to her step-nephew but i’m always gonna back her when it comes to her parents. i have no patience for the ”richard and emily weren’t that bad”-crowd. i’m tired of hearing ”lorelai is pissed because she gets thousands of dollars in exchange for a free meal, is she stoopid?” when it’s so much deeper than that. her sacrificing her own boundries for the sake of rory’s education is actually quite admirable (would emily swallow her pride and values and do something like that?). bc now i actually love emily as a character and enjoy her more than the gilmore girls sometimes. and as an audience we can obviously see that she cares about lorelai. but it’s emily’s responsibility to actually make lorelai feel that. because even tho emily thinks she did what was best for lorelai, it clearly did not make lorelai feel loved, because it was all according to what emily herself wanted.
-i don’t think this is that unpopular but i’ve heard many different takes on this. if lorelai wanted to be overdramatic about rory fracturing her wrist that is within her right, her kid was in the hospital after all and that is scary. however, where she was absolutely just objectively in the wrong is where she went ballistic at luke who’s supposed to be her best friend when he got the tiniest bit concerned over his nephew’s whereabouts after he had also been in that car accident. her screaming at him that he had more of an obligation to herself and her kid than the kid he’s literally in responsible for? this is just one of those situations where i feel like she wasn’t being an adult. it would have been understandable for like lane to barge into luke’s and yell jess’ name and scream that he should never have been allowed in this town but lorelai is 33.
part 2 soon?
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idk but i just feel the need to say it, aziraphale is smart but he is easy to manipulate with harsh words, hate if you want, and those really touch him, and he knows it. i think that's one of the main reasons he doesn't use that much technology like phones, computers etc, bc he knows how big of an impact that would have on his well being. so, for example, when you would try to convince him to buy something, he would surely do if you'd just say how miserable he will be without it (i don't think i need to describe it but idk). it also works the other way, you can compliment him and surprise, he's on your side now. maybe that's egoistic, but i think that he's just so socially aware and self jugdmental.
correct me if im wrong, but i think that crowley himself NEVER had used any of these abowe. nor hate (ofc), nor FAKE compliments. m not saying he ever wanted to manipulate aziraphale, but he many times needed to prove him smthing or assure. and let's be real, if he is as observant as we think, he be DOES know that angel is easily blinded. but he just don't want to do those even if everything (literally) is on the line.
#i need to find a refrence situations for this#but as i sad lmao i've lost my amazon password#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#ineffible husbands#supreme archangel aziraphale#gomens#gomens 2
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Abow ben bunu kafese koymayı unutmuşum.
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POV: 2014 Wattpad
DISCLAIMER: This is PURE mockery of 12 yr olds on wattpad do, if it bothers you in any way please click off.
If your my moots PLS read this
Hey guys, I think I start new book UwU btw it Fanfiction :)
(A/n: This is on things that happen to me so please be nice :(( )
DISCLAIMER: This is purely fictional (please don’t flag us)
Hi. My cute name is (y/n). I’m 4’3” and habv cute 5’ blonde hair. I cutely wake up cutely and cutely yawn cutely as my cute, birdght blue gtlitery orbs cutely tkse in the bootifulful woldrd around cute me. Sure, my dad beat cute me to death while in prison in Tuvalu, but that’s okay, because I probably cutely deserved it. I cutely look at my cute self in the mirriao0, and wihydoft, tears cutely begin to form in my cute, brigtht belur cute orbs. It’s hard cutely living all alone, speciaily since my mother left cute me to go buy milk all those years ago. My whoeleeeç family was kileldn before my cute eyes when I was very little, but the murderer kidngaπped cute me bcz of how cute I was. They were never really there for cute me. I cutely remember cutely how they didn’t show up to my own cute birth. I cutely get drqeessed in a sihmple yet cute outfit and tie my sleuek, shiny, cute, blonuqd hair into a cute messy bun.
Cutely bqldsitibg the fight song I cutely walhgk to sgfchohiol, cutely go to the rofj4jwlf, and cutely skiepe mcayh even though I’m cutely failing it. I cutely snqghs the fdigneht song and cutely stppoledt sdomethdonec who was passing by, they comepktedisk my cute voice, and told cute mghe how I cutely savesdjlk their life with my cute words. Cutely smiling, I cutely walk down to my next class cutely rejecting the confessions I get because I’m not like other girls. While the other popppljurlahe girls wear 69 tons of mkaejp and talk about boys and hair and other silllyen stuff, I enjoy cutely writing fanfiction, cutely bursting into song in the middle of the school bathroom, and cutely putting my riarhn in cute messy buns. I cutely walk over to my cute lockoeihrrej and then cutely gapsdjskm. It was Gegina Reorge, the most pouôpoular girl in the worklde, her preantse left her a trust fund for 420 trillion dollars. She walks past my cute lckoer wearing Gucci. She glared at cute me with her malaciouupos green orbs and grinned as she spilled her icirfd coffee on my cute dooursllar store shoes. My parents gave my mewamhn siblings all of their moyney, and now, I have to cutely live in a cute luxury apartment in California all by my cute self while cutely working my cute part-time job at the local bakery. “Whoops, sorry” she sneered. I sighed cutely. She’s been the bane of my cute wxitsencej ever since I was cutely in the womb. Suddenly, a boy appepars in front of cute me. My cute cnehs begin to cutely quiver. It was Chad McDickson. “Hey you,” he says. “Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-es-s-s-s-s?” I cutely ttsutrek. “Move,” he said. His myhceoius black hair and eggnimgthiccccc dark orbs met mine. “O-o-o-o-f-f-f c-c-c-c-our-r-r-se. I-i-i-i-i-i-m-m-m s-s-s-s-o-o-o-r-r-r-y” I cutely stutter.
Update: My mom told cute me to go to bed eawly and I cutely dwopped my cute pencil on the floow at school. I’m sowwy guys, but my cute mental health is cutely getting baddew and my family is toxic. My cwush didn’t look at cute me even though I cutely twipped cutely and cutely fell cutely 30 cute feet away compwetewy out of his wision. I can’t believe senpai didn’t notice cute me :(. ToT I don’t know if I’ll evew be abow to keep up. Honestly I feew wike cutely crying. UwU <3 ToT
Update: I stwarted listening to Misery by Maroon 5 and I wewate to it so much, it descwibes my cute but tewwible wife in pewfect cute detaiw. Owoi
Timeskip bc im lazy xD <3 uwu
I’m at Chad McDickson’s party. The party is suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper craycrayaycray. Everyone in school is there and I cutely can’t believe I was cutely invied to the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuper amazinh party. I cutely picked out a cute outfit for the party and cutely tied my cute hair into a cute messy braid
There wa loud busic blasting throught he expesnive loud spekers and everyone looked klike they were having a loy og fun. I cutely walked over to the bar and cutely grabbed a glass of drink and cutely drank from it. O no! I cutely thoguht. There i saw my wortsg enmey Gegina Reorge. She was wdrainh Louis Vitton and was with her fredns Heather Biatchson adn MacKenzie Dafuqer. They wre also wearing Louis Vitton and lokedin my cute direction. I cutely gapsed. They were out to ruin my cute life anign. They sudunety starte dto uh sc4ewm at wme. “Oh my gawd what is that ah-gly outfit. Dah-ling, are ya sure ya don’t want my family tah adopt ya?” I cutely cridde ion the unsidje and otusdideº. I cutely ran utsiode into the highschool bathroom and started cutely crying. I cutelyturn on my iPod 0.69 and start cutely singing fight song. “Dis is me fight song take back my life song prove im aight songgggggggggggg” I cutely sang while cutely crying. I cutely opwkjnejd my cute MHA manga and cutely got my cute tears all over it. I then cutely closed it and cutely cuddled my cute sexy Bakugo body pillow (uwu). “OMG what is that cute voice?” I cutely gapsed cutely and cutely stuetterd cutely . It was Chad! His mawnly voice echoed throughout the bathroom. I cutely spueœkcd. He looked at cute me and I cutely looked back at him. It was true love. We kiss and stuff. Chad McDickson’s friends, Phil McCracken and Mike Hawk, appear. “Hey,” they say, “what are you doing with that loser”. Chad punches them in the face. Gegina shows up. “Oh my god are you dating my boyfriend’ she says. “Yes” i sirmk wit my newfounf confiebdence. One Direction shows up. *music starts playing* “You’re insecure” they say, “not sure what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door. Don’t need makeup to cover up. You’re beautiful just the way you are. Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Baby you light you light up my world like nobody elsseeeee the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed the way you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell you don’t knowOwO ydk your bootifulful”. ig more stuff happens idk what to do with my life. roll credits.
Our cute, amazing, cute reviews uwu:
“This is one of the best writing pieces ever submitted. We will give the author if this deep and emotion text a nobel prize for how much this benefited society. Every sentence I read, I acquires 500 trillion more brain cells.” -The New York Times
“I built a time machine to come back from the dead and cutely say something about this beautiful piece of cute artistic, meaningful piece.”
- Leonardo da vinci
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