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nachostriplet · 1 year

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Hi! As you can see, this is the first post on this blog. Not my first piece of writing whatsoever, but I'm still pretty inexperienced. So please, be nice. Thanks:)

Sweetheart - Bob Floyd x Reader

A/N: I wrote this at night, very tired, and English is not my first language. Be nice, please:)

Warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, cute Bob, douchey guys, mentions of failed dates, insecurity (Reader)

Bob Floyd x afab! neighbor!reader

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"Robby-" you were interrupted by your own breathless moan. How did you wind up sitting atop the black marble of your very own kitchen counter while Robert Floyd buried his face between your thighs? Your hazy mind tried to make sense of all this.

There had been a date. Tall guy, good looking, the typical handsome, gym frequenting brunette with a knack for football. He was nice, as was the date, at least until you found out that there were no interests whatsoever you shared. You'd never been a great fan of sports, and hell you would want your friends to get you to a psychiatrist if you'd ever get up at six on your day off just to go for a run. And he talked about himself way too much. You felt like you had lived through his whole life in the span of that two hours at the diner, and the only thing you were able to say was your preference for books over television to calm down from a busy day.

When you left for the bathroom and came back not even five minutes later, only to find the booth you were previously sat in empty, all it took for you was a look around the diner to find him sitting at the bar, next to a blonde-blowout knockout Barbie with legs for miles and curves so full you would have thought she jumped out of a movie.

You left a few bills on the table and quickly scurried out of there without saying goodbye to Christian. Or was it Christopher? Or just Chris? It was so fucking hard to remember when Bob flattened his tongue against your clit and curled his fingers inside you just so right - all the while sounding as if he was enjoying the whole ordeal as much as you were.

Robert Floyd was your neighbor — scratch that — your best friend, since you had moved into the apartment complex in San Diego. He helped you when you moved in, brought you coffee every other day and left cookies for you in front of your door - always sticking a post-it with a smiley drawn on it to the tupperware, so you knew who left them for you, because he steadfastly thought that someone could leave you of all people drugged or poisoned baked goods. He was sweet and caring, and even discussed about literature with you, all while staying inside of your or his flat, wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea in hands. He lent you his favorites, mostly old classics and poetry. And you would be lying if you said, that you didn't have a teeny tiny, or more massive crush on the blue-eyed blonde with the cute glasses. The same glasses that now sat askew on the bridge of his nose, slipped because of his utter enthusiasm to make you melt right into the cool surface of your kitchen counter.

He'd just come out of his own door to grab a few more beers for his friends when he saw you climb the stairs, tears of embarrassment and shame still pooling in your eyes and clinging to your lashes.

"What happened sweetheart?" He had asked in that sweet, timbre voice, and you couldn't help but start sobbing.

Robert didn't even hesitate to close the door behind him, all the while stepping into the hallway to draw you into a firm hug. The part of you that wasn't currently drowning in self-sorrow registered the hard planes of his chest and his muscular arms that engulfed you shaking form, firm yet so soft and careful, as if you would break.

A comforting hand stroked down your back and you only realized the silent noises of comfort coming from him when he stopped them to ask you: "What happened, I thought you were supposed to be on a date right now." It was then, that he realized. Sky blue eyes darkened, his gaze hardened and his voice was firm when he continued. "What did he do?"

You hiccuped, but between sniffles you managed a few quiet words. "He left me for a pretty blonde."

Bob was silent for a moment, as if he considered something, before he gestured to your door and said: "Do you want to tell me somewhere more private? May I come in?"

Quickly, you shook your head. "You have visitors Robby, that'd be rude."

He just shrugged. "They'll manage without me. Can get their beers themselves sweetheart. You're more important right now."

In the end, you caved and let him step into your flat behind you. He immediately scurried of to the kitchen, knowing your home as if it was his own and started the kettle to make two cups of tea.

While the water started heating up, he turned around and leaned on your counter, watching you take off the strappy heels you went for. Observing how beautiful you looked in that dress, and how it complemented your eyes. Your hair was in a pretty updo, and you really put an effort in your makeup for once. Though, in his humble opinion you were just as gorgeous now, as you were in sweatpants and the T-shirt you once stole from him. He only realized you looking back at him, when you quietly called out his name. His gaze snapped back up to meet yours and he already felt the heat in his cheeks, a blush starting to form.

He managed to calm his thoughts and pour two cups of tea without spilling the hot water all over himself out of lack of concentration. As he sat opposite you at the table, he asked again.

"What did he do?" And then corrected himself. "Why would he do that?"

You shrugged and stared into the brown-ish liquid inside your cup.

"You haven't seen her. She looked like a supermodel. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, he had already ditched me for her. But really, it's understandable, I couldn't compare." You hesitated, fearing that he would laugh at you. But this was Robby, your cookie baking, tea drinking, reading neighbor, ridiculously cute Robby with his blonde hair and blue eyes. He wouldn't laugh at you.

"I just feel...unlovable at times, unbearable even. I've had five dates this month and two of them left early, one found another woman in the same bar, and one didn't even show up. The only one that seemed at least a bit interested dumped me after I refused to take him home and have sex with him. I don't think I can take another rejection. I mean, maybe I should just stop trying and hope that it either comes naturally, or accept my fate as weird old cat mom whose never been in a serious relationship because she's too incompetent to get herself a man, and too-" You stopped your rambling when you noticed Robert's glare. He didn't mean to glare at you in particular, it was more his own thoughts that made him scowl as if he wanted to murder someone. Still, you stopped. Robby had never looked at you like this. Did he finally have enough of you?

"Now listen here-" he started, getting up from his seat "This guy, what was his name again?"

"Colin."

"Colin..Even his name is ridiculous. Colin is a dick, okay? He wouldn't see perfection in front of him when it bites him in the ass."

You choked on a laugh.

"And what in your hypothetical situation is perfection? You're not talking about me, are you?"

He took both of your hands in his and pulled you up to face him.

"Nothing I said was hypothetical, sweetheart. Except for the biting part, maybe." He murmured, crowding you against the counter. You peered up into his darkened eyes and found him staring right back at you. Wherever this sudden burst of confidence came from, but it was hot.

"Have you really not noticed? You've been living here for nearly two years, and I've been smitten with you ever since you first stumbled up these stairs with a box full of plates and nearly face planted onto the ground. To me, you're perfect sweetheart. You're kind, and smart, and beautiful and everyone who doesn't see this has to be blind. If a man doesn't treat you like the goddess you are, he doesn't deserve you, you hear me?"

You wanted to answer. A sentence or even a single word. A nod. But you couldn't. God, you couldn't do anything but stare at him and wonder how it would feel to finally kiss him. And as if he read your thoughts, he bent his head down, his lips a hairs breadth away from yours.

"May I kiss you?"

You managed nothing more than a squeaky "Yes."

Unbelievably soft lips met yours in a soft, nearly hesitant peck, before he drew away. You barely suppressed the whine that threatened to leave your mouth and pulled him back down to crash your lips against his.

As if your action had kickstarted something in him, he gripped your waist and pulled you into his chest. One of his hands migrated to your hair, his fingers weaving through the strands and pulling.

If he hadn't hold you, you would have fallen to the ground by now. Your knees were giving out and somewhere in the back of your mind you noticed the lack of oxygen in your lungs, but you couldn't possibly stop kissing him.

The two of you only broke apart when he grabbed the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up onto the smooth marble. A light squeak left you, when the exposed skin of your legs met the cool stone, but it drowned in the sight you let out when Robert kissed you again.

That's how you ended up here. Breathless and moaning desperately clawing onto his hair with your left and the edge of the counter with your right hand, the skirt of your dress bunched up above your hips.

"Robert, please!" You had no idea what exactly you were begging for, but you were so, so close to the edge. And quiet, shy, innocent Robby grinned a smug grin against the wetness of your cunt.

"I can feel you sweetheart. I can feel how you're squeezing my fingers. You're close. Come for me, beautiful."

That was all it took to push you over the edge of the cliff. You let out a wail of his name as you came, so loud you were sure that his friends on the other side of the wall would hear. You were flying, higher and higher, but falling at the same time. Luckily, Robert was there to catch you. The soft caresses of his hands, the fleeting touch of his lips - it grounded you. Slowly but surely, you came down from the incredible high that he had just given to you. When you were able to see clear again, you realized that Robert had been taxing your face the whole time. There was a flustered blush on his cheeks, his lips glistening with your juices.

"You're so pretty..." He murmured, and you couldn't help but laugh at how adorable he was.

"You, Robert Floyd, just gave me the best Orgasm of my life. Give me a few minutes until I can stand straight again, and then it's your turn darling."

He coughed awkwardly. "I don't think I need my turn."

It took you a moment to get what he was hinting at, but really, when your eyes trailed down you noticed the stain on his pants. He fussed with his hands, clearly uncomfortable, and shuffled his weight from one foot to the other.

"You came." you noted. "Just from...this?" You vaguely gestured into your own direction.

"As I said, you're really beautiful. And you should have heard yourself love. I'm sorry, it's just...Will you go out with me? For a real date?"

He must have realized what he said a moment later, because his face paled and then flushed, and he cleared his throat.

"Not the appropriate time to ask something like this." He stated.

With a grin of your own, you bent down and placed a kiss smack on his lips.

"I would very much like that, Robby."

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When Bob knocked on his own door with tousled hair and reddened cheeks, and Hangman of all people opened it, the whistle that followed would surely be heard by everyone in the house.

"Baby on Board got some! Now you're a real man Bobby boy!"

#bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob floyd #top gun maverick #top gun fic #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin

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subdee · 8 months

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9 people you would like to get to know better

tagged by @hxhhasmysoul thank you!

3 ships:

KilluGon (HxH) -

It's The Ship of All TIme, they fit together like puzzle pieces... copedence central (affectionate) as munen said.

EndHawks (BNHA) -

Actually my instinct after watching BNHA was to ship EndHawks, bc they ARE the bratty western-inspired blonde younger guy x button-downed repressed trad japanese dark-haired older guy trope from BL manga + their issues are tailor made for each other, they fit together like puzzle pieces (derrogatory). I think this could be one of those ships where it looks extremely messed up from the outside - and it IS messed up - but it works for the people involved. BUT most people don't write it correctly, for instance in my ideal Endhawks fic the rest of the todoroki family would HATE the relationship because they would think (correctly) that Endeavor is evading taking responsibility for being a terrible father by choosing to be in a relationship with someone who has a terrible father kink. And most people either don't write Hawks as messed up enough or they write him as messed up in a generic gay slut way, and not his specific variety of messed up.

BakuDeku (BNHA) -

So because the Endhawks fic is mostly not what I'm looking for, I just kinda gravitated to BakuDeku which has tons of awesome fic, plus I'm just not as choosy about the characterization and accept all kinds of AUs that have barely any connection to canon. Haha. (I like the genderswap fic for them actually). BakuDeku is fun because they're shounen rivals who aren't purely rivals, even from the beginning of the manga Bakugou is a lot more involved than the rival character usually is (knows Deku's secret & helps with the training plan etc). It fixes a lot of the things that generally annoy me about rival plots in shounen manga... I also like the growth narrative for Bakugou and Deku's versatility as a POV character.

I'm not currently shipping anything else... maybe Cloud/Tifa/Aeris, in any combination of two or three, was the last thing I shipped but didn't really talk about on tumblr. Oh! And the main characters from the Kdrama It's Okay to Not Be Okay, Ko Moon-Young and Moon Gang-tae.

First ship: Ranma/Akane from Ranma 1/2!!! Classic ship, probably the first really big juggernaut anime ship on the internet. It's all about the genderbending with this one... I used to really like the fanfiction where they're together because Akane is a attracted to women and Ranma is sometimes a woman.

Last Song: Me and RJ are doing a version of Death Cab for Cutie's I'll Follow You Into the the Dark to sing the baby to sleep at night, so probably that? I made up a new harmony for it that I'm kinda proud of. One of these days we'll record it and I'll put it up here.

Last Movie: It was the Barbie movie, yeah. (No I haven't seen Oppenheimer.)

Currently Reading: "A Secret Princess" by Margarat Stohl and Melissa de la Cruz. It's like a fanfic mashup of The Secret Garden, which I've never read, and A Little Princess, which I've read a bunch of times and love, with a mysterious new original character added to the mix. A fanfic remix of a book I've already read is about the level of literature I can handle at the moment.

Currently Consuming Watching: I'm into this house renovation show on Roku called Old House New Home, because it's set in England and they actually talk about the history of the area and why the houses were built the way they were... there's a lot of historically listed beautiful homes... and not every renovation looks exactly the same following the exact same trends, although a lot of them are similar (combine the kitchen and dining room, raise the ceiling, add windows and glass doors and skylights - all things that look beautiful and increase the feeling of light and space, but make the house less energy efficient).

Me and RJ are also watching The Marvelous Ms. Maisel - the heavy(ish) show - and the One Piece live action - the lighter(ish) show - when we have time. Recommend both of those.

Currently Craving: Sleep

Tag 9 people (if you feel like it :D): @fury-brand @rosemochi @nautilusopus @tofucasserole @spectroscopes @fireolin @storybookprincess @autumnxsunflower @recents @applepi00

#tag game #thanks for the tag <3

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untitledmemes · 9 months

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Howdy folks,

This is a sideblog dedicated to RP memes, prompts, dialogue ideas, musings and the likes. 18+ only please.

This sideblog is run by me, the one and only Cat (25+, she/her). P.S: I also own some RP character blogs, you can ask me about them in IMs; just don't spam me please. I won't be answering any RP memes or asks here as this sideblog is NOT a RP blog.

Requests, suggestions and everything alike are more than welcome and you can send it to me through asks.

TW for nsfw/usfw and other triggering content. Please stay safe.

Reblogs will be highly appreciated. Please do not repost or add to my memes.

List of memes/prompts:

TV Shows/Movies/Video Games:

Nimona #1 #2

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas #1 #2

Castlevania: Nocturne #1 #2 #3

The Prince of Egypt #1 #2 #3

Narrator Outtakes (BG3)

Ponyo

Blue Eye Samurai #1 #2 #3

High Noon

Shane

Hazbin Hotel #1 #2 #3 #4

Dune: Part One #1 #2

Music/Literature:

Of Monsters and Men

Pablo Neruda

The Paper Kites

Barbie the Album

Christmas Classics

Emily Dickinson

Untitled/Originals:

Untitled Treasury #1 #2 #3

Untitled headcanon questions #1 #2

Untitled Questions for Multimuses #1 #2

Sinday Memes for Naughty Headcanons

Meet Cute Starters / Memes

Mystery Prompts: Sinday Action Edition

Halloween Transformation Meme

Untitled Mystery Item Starter

Confession Meme

4-Word Sentence Prompts #1 #2

5-Word Sentence Prompts

Untitled Christmas Prompts

Word of the Day: Growth

Word of the day: Positive

Valentine's Day Date Prompts

Mun-related:

Send 📣 for receiver to give a shoutout to one (or a few) of their favorite RP blogs. Show some love to your fellow roleplayers!

Send ✏ (or "PENCIL") for mun to write about a muse they thought about trying to roleplay or one they are already roleplaying outside Tumblr RPC.

Single prompts:

Send 🚗 for our muses to go on an impromptu road trip together

Send 🎉 for our muses to go out celebrating together!

Send 💌 to get a compliment from receiver's muse!

It's raining, and sender's muse forgot their umbrella. Send 🌧 for receiver's muse to find sender's muse in their predicament.

Extra, Extra! Read All About It! Send 📰 + any question for the receiver's muse to answer as if they were randomly stopped and asked it on the street by a journalist or news reporter.

Send 💐 and receiver's muse will send/give sender's muse a bouquet of their favorite flowers.

Send 🚑 to find receiver's muse in desperate need for emergency care.

Send 🗨 to match with receiver's muse on a dating app.

Send 🙏 to ask for forgiveness from receiver's muse. You may add what they want to ask forgiveness for, or let the receiver decide.

Send 🎃 for our muses to go trick or treating together!

Send 👻 for our muses to go to a Halloween party together in a couples' costume!

Send 🎬 for our muses to have a movie night together!

Tell my muse/s, anonymously or not, why you are thankful to have them in their lives and see how they react.

For every 🎄 (or "X-MAS TREE") I get in my inbox, my muse will tell you one thing they want the most for Christmas.

For every 🎇 (or "FIREWORKS") I get in my inbox, my muse will tell you one thing on their New Year's Resolution list.

Send🌹 (or "ROSE") for my muse to confess their emotions towards your muse on Valentine's Day in any way they choose (handwritten letter, a gift, a date, on the phone, etc.)

Send 🌠 (or "SHOOTING STAR") for our muses to go stargazing together.

Send 1️⃣ (or "ONE") for receiver to write a first meeting starter between their muse and sender's muse.

#pinned post #untitledmemes

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staplernpaper · 3 years

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Spencer Reid x reader fic idea (5th Feb):

1. Reader loved the Barbie movie growing up. Even as an adult she will still re-watch the classics (Princess and the pauper is S Tier). So when reader started dating Spencer, she insisted they watch all the classics. Spencer Reid would be spitting facts about the stories the films were based on considering most of the film are based on classic works of literature.

2. This is more of a B99/criminal minds. SSA! Reader and the rest of the bau (s5 cast) are called by the 99 to investigate a series of murder.

Reader knows that she has a half brother (Jake Peralta) who is a detective in Brooklyn (reader is one of the three half sister mention in B99). Jake in the past has tried to connect with reader but to no avail. Reader doesn’t want anything to do with the Peralta, she even took up her maiden name instead. In fact most of the bau are unaware of the existence of her half-siblings.

To reader’s disappointment the 99 precinct is Harboured by a certain Peralta. Things start to get akward. The bau are baffled at why a certain detective and profiler are acting weird when they’re both in the same room. Of course some of the members of bau start making bets. Was Jake Peralta an ex, one night stand and etc. Spencer (who has been dating reader for several months) questions reader about her behavior. Reader opens up to him and tells him her secret. She opens up about her fears of getting to know jake in fear he may be like their father. Spencer reminds reader that Jake shouldn’t have to suffer because of crappy decisions roger Peralta made.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #fic ideas

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warfear · 4 years

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what is popping, home - slices? if you’ve been in the group chat—then you are aware of my wee identity crisis : involving the dropping of three, picking up of one. don’t worry, they’ll be back! whenever i feel alive again. SO NEVER. jk. anyway… in the meantime, with the exception of odette and julian—i offer you my trashiest child (found in the dumpster behind burger king wrapped in tinfoil. * australian accent * think they were gonna throw her on the barbie… huh?) so, SEE BELOW for the 411 on this 4′11 gremlin.

INTRODUCTION.

☢ — ( KATIE DOUGLAS, AGENDER, SHE/THEM ) Trading in their tattoo gun for a chainsaw might not come easy for MINOO PEARCE. This twenty-two year old artist brings spray cans galore, divergent thinking, and a history of shoplifting to the table … but their small stature and double-dealing could drag the group down. And while their unorthodox nature might raise group morale, their arrogance might give them a few enemies. That’s the last thing anyone needs right now. Hopefully, in the apocalypse movie that’s now their life, this QUINCY PUNK will make it to the end credits.

BASICS.

born in boston, massachussets—or as i like to call it… massachuchu—minoo is the first and only child of two garbage folk. mitch & rachel pearce. devout catholics. patriotic. all - american. thoroughly unfit to be parents. only in a sexy “our daughter isn’t her own person but an extension of ourselves” kinda way. slammed like a ping pong ball between being invisible and controlled this one.

a military brat, too… meaning that no place was permanent, and boston was ditched before she could take her first step. she has lived in boise, in a small fishing town south of anchorage, and once her family spent six months in waipahu. when she was thirteen her father got a permanent position in fort elms. lucky she!

during the flashes of love and pampering (see: no autonomy) minoo was subjected to the cringe - worthy world of child pageantry. we love it when mommy lives vicariously through us! even if she aims for jonbenet ramsey… ending up with honey boo boo instead. don’t get it twisted, though—she was little miss texas during her prime (age 8). AND WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT. not unless you wanna get shanked * stabby motions * … side note : she still fits into her last puffy - armed dress. we don’t talk about that either.

she eventually learned to put her foot down. much to rachel’s horror. sorry not sorry, darling. minoo abandoned the gowns for band tees soon after. not as much as a speck of rogue on this honey - pie these days, just some sick, sick raccoon eyes. call it what it is… punk rock.

minoo first found her greatest passions (shoplifting and vandalism. not necessarily in that order.) when she was eleven years old. she pocketed a strawberry scented hello kitty eraser from macy’s and she has not looked back since. a habit which earned her a trip to boarding school. catholic. gag us with a spoon. side note 2 : she still fits into her middle school uniform, too.

all jokes—they’re not jokes—aside… she is not completely hopeless. in fact, she is a little miss smarty - pants. minoo got a raging hard - on for classic literature (jane austen, what’s good?) and conceptual art (richard hambleton, what’s good?). not much of a writer but one hell of a graffiti artist—most of her work can be spotted around town. some genuine, some dicks. TALENT! a good portion of her art can be found on mj herself, though. stick ‘n pokes, babes—we love to see it.

minoo is also a mother. she has a son. and he’s a really good boy. almost bigger than she is now… they grow up so fast, don’t they? his name is rusty, and he’s the cutest saint bernard you ever did see. her best friend. her only friend, really. intended to be a guard dog, my boy rusty flopped—onto the couch that is. he is a certified couch potato, something minoo can relate to. AND SHE LOVES HIM SO! the only person she’d put before herself. dog - person…

once intended to get her license. that opportunity was shot when she chose teenage rebellion over independence. you see, mj here has got herself a rap sheet longer than herself. (not that impressive all things considered.) and she takes much pride in it. which means that when daddy dearest tried to have her late teen mishaps expunged—she saw red. psychological help, i’ll get her some. now she’s twenty - two and destined to travel the world by skateboard… all because she backed the family jeep into their neighbour’s backyard. nobody was hurt, alright. dare i say yet?

SPEED RUN! got nancy spungen for a role model. saving up to run off to sacramento. hates authority yet somehow has an authority kink. adhd embodied. looks like the artwork of numerous kindergarteners. thinks attention is love. homeless by choice (nobody said she was smart… except i did.) could eat her weight in olives. anarchist without a cause. 10/10 will break into your house. took fuck the police too literally that one time. fantasises about her dad’s suicide. wants to be loved. does not want to love.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friend - o’s : i think it goes without saying that minoo is a handful. although i still think she should be allowed some buds. whether through her MANY INTERESTS (literature, art, punk rock, skating, large dogs, disappointing her parents…) or just through circumstance. she is twenty - two, and never made it to art school—* that one vine vc * way to go, paul mitch!—but she did go to fort elms high all four years. someone’s bound to know her! just give me some bitches to put up with her shit. god bless america.

parental figure : listen… she needs this. obviously! just some OLD PERSON who doesn’t tell her that she stinks and that her tattoos are ugly. she has a lifetime of trauma to make up for. we need some rachel and mitch opposites to fix that shit, alright. and stat! she intends on being dead by twenty - seven. cobain hasn’t even bit it yet, and still… she’s so ahead of her time…

enemy slash victim : she stinks. (yes, this is her dad speaking.) and is a complete fucking nuisance. if she decides you suck then she wont settle for simply knowing herself—you also have to know. really know… it’s no fun hating somebody if they don’t know it, man. just let her pull some cutesy pranks, you know? ordering half a dozen pizzas to their house, leave their number in the x - rated section of blockbuster, graffiti an ugly portrait of their ugly face on their driveway, slash their tires…

and that’s it, fellas! please love her… or else… :gun_emoji:

#ahah … i hate myself

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