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rrytx4gokw9xjd · 1 year
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vianey enfermera de cruz roja cojiendo a fondo Pov Milf Nice Romanian Enjoying Nice Pussy Vicky Love tuned by Hubbys friend Horny brunette, Lexi Luna is masturbating while alone at home El mejor contenido por no gay y casero con buena calidad Cock sucking in public toilet Dirty minded sluts are into various ball busting sex games Mixed Wrestling Arm Wrestling Beautiful Strong man vs Hot Asian Woman Khmer Woman from Prey Veng Fucked in Asshole Kinky bitches get mouthfucked by a guy
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kroger-grocery · 2 years
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Buy our fucking bell peppers you cullion freak
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nostalgicamerica · 1 year
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Amelia. She had bigger cullions than I do.
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banghwa · 7 months
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Vmin ball brothers testicle friends
cullion companions ballock buddies nut chums cojones comrades
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talesofpassingtime · 7 months
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He was fascinated with eighteenth-century dirty words. Perhaps he would whisper “coun,” “cullion,” “crack” (for “cunt,” “testicles,” “pussy”) in my ear as we screwed?
— Erica Jong, Fear of Flying 
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medusaveneno · 1 year
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Yo nothing irks the fuck out of me when some old guy on here messages me and they use big ass words to just to say they horny … yo leave me alone 
You can imbibe my whole cullion you fucking geriatric lackadaisical testicle
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blueink3 · 2 years
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coming here to remind dear anon that hamlet itself is ALL ABOUT THE META. so, dear anon, if that's so over your head that you felt the need to come here to needlessly slay someone who writes better than you, move along. more room for the rest of us who get it. in the words of the bard himself (or maybe not), "AVAUNT, you cullions!"
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"slay" is debatable. 😉 thank you.
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flipchild · 2 years
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I have a full record of anyone who has ever used an Action Replay as well as the cheats they used. Think twice before you cross me, cullion worm.
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libidomechanica · 3 months
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In this wide universal freedome still deadly feels; who went aboard
She has gone away, was the wall.     But to revealed, behind the soft slumbers the glass and she     has just steppes … I would be
true! In chapter nine of her gaine,     with awe of purity— no Cupid sobbing no pleased; the     flaxen lilies of morn,
spun off a drizzling dew. To—God     knows its Incomes and all their heart for his lucky thoughts by     a cavern’s mouth, forgive
thy love it? Nor in one agree?     Or cross a void, then else- where, Stellas lawes of wedlock strike     in: I can know. Break out
in Nature store, her cloudy rack     slow journey on her idiot boy, as he was a whelming     south disparts a distant
view; and cursed the mayden Queene,     her goodly wel beseene. From out the life and got men’s face,     poised above thee dear, sweet
love, which is true, you know child the     sun’s sigh. To have lovely leaves he spied, that we see or seem     but a waking either
hears what I would engross below,     and by thirsty grief is passion; and with tears down with mortal     in his life: his youth
as here be, with bathing in and     delightful land he whom you have bid your frailties theyr loues     praise. There heard, and we in
bitter tears did fall, though before,     that even to the poor sob doth part from the World, and woes.     A thunders down and life
is in his eyes do wound through the     night proclaim the closes and ocean where lived unknown minds     and given the same feathers
moue? In this wide universal     freedome still deadly feels; who went aboard. And the spring.     Lo! Loss has a cruel
things around that fidgets beyond     which, snatch its bone; count dust specks, mote by mote, Or learn ten minutes,     he had looked forward,
puts out a soft floater, your cullion’s     growing string, except it’s hardly he, for weeping Woman     Old. The unaccomplished
from Olympus’ solemn     bird; nor walk by moonlight dale, and left hundred waters     I made you are the moon.
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sagaofstardustmkg · 1 year
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Deathless (4/4)
There are vines creeping through the seams of the pocket dimension, feeling around like tentacles. The voice is hissing at you through the cracks. 
It doesn’t help. The tentacles pry the interdimensional passageway back open. A body-that-is-not-a-body begins to seethe through. 
“We kneeeeew,” its not-voice says. “We saaaaaaw.”
And you feel, suddenly, something only two of you have ever felt before: The love of the faerie queen.
It blisters. It creeps. It is ravenous.
It is a love that crushes like a mace.
“What the fuck—?” Janelle chokes, whipping around to look. Adelaide stands and shrinks closer to her sister, eye huge, body shaking.
“We felt the itch of thy magic, pesterlings, thy broken claws scraaaaatching at the door a hundred hundred times We have had thy scent and have allowed thee to lead us —”
The entire body emerges. It is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. It is only barely like the thing Florence Lennox would have seen at the banishing many hundreds of years ago; it has gained new shapes and spines and poisons in the desert, and the mind inside it has been starved into madness.
Like the madness you observed in Janelle less than an hour ago, it is complete and certain.
Unlike hers, it cannot be broken. It will never be broken.
“— somewhere new.”
You look, now, upon Dionaea, Queen of the Sunset Court, as she stands in the very heart of Stardust Academy and observes it with a hundred twitching rolling eyes.
The gaze in each of them is hungry and crazed and pitiless.
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“Sooooo long,” the not-voice groans as other creatures spill out of the tear behind her. All are made of vines and branches; many seem as though they might simply be pieces of the faerie queen that she’s broken off and given some form of quasi-life to. They are even further from recognizable life than she is. “So so so long we’ve been alone. Unfed. Unworshipped. Forced to content ourself with ECHOES and SCRAPS.”
At the word SCRAPS, all the eyes roll toward Adelaide at once. She stops breathing.
But the eyes roll away. 
“How many are there?” Dionaea whispers, as though to herself. Pieces of her begin to root in the ground. “Oh, hundreds. Hundreds of hundreds. Oh, yes. Soil, rot, bark and bone — so much flesh crying out to be given purpose.”
A wild laugh. You think it’s a laugh. The eyes are bulging.
“We shall move on to them in tiiiiime, yes,” the voice continues. “But first, oh — little thieves. Arrogant cullions. Fleshthings. Not even kneeling in our presence.”
Her love falls on you once again.
“We intend to ennnnnjoy taking thee apart and seeding this place with what remains. You will be blessed to feed the soil of our new world.” 
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444names · 2 years
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altmer names from tes BUT excluding "il"
Adorighus Adorion Aicar Aicelon Aicolude Alanernor Alanie Alastel Alayurmo Aldece Aldor Alduumana Aldya Alion Altari Altaryon Altumion Ambarus Ambaryon Amindna Ancan Ancanure Ancolya Andar Andermia Andesme Andinya Andithte Angwend Anienuus Animo Anircon Anquariel Antholbie Anulvan Anyewe Arahel Arawender Araya Ardaretha Arerien Arfanye Arnarbar Arnen Arorie Arter Aryeld Astaar Astrufwe Avysen Avyshare Caamalim Caera Calacion Calandur Calarumin Calmo Calre Calte Camwatch Canbin Canreno Carale Cariande Carmander Carne Castara Cavale Cellor Ceron Ciname Cinbind Cindure Cinman Cinwe Ciras Cirtos Coral Coralion Cordo Cordor Corelumo Cornare Corwore Cuinl Culen Cullion Culmar Culme Culsin Currion Cymbaler Cymion Cyrel Cyrene Ealan Earama Eardor Earfinea Earmo Earuniel Earya Egure Elanor Elanwath Eldewe Eldomian Eldor Eldow Elduiryel Elduron Ellar Ellinare Elsamo Elsea Elsine Elsinon Enden Endrin Endwy Engale Engalinar Engatar Engedan Enoya Enranore Eramane Erino Erire Erlasaran Eroon Eryerion Esaranor Estir Estolor Fainquel Falan Falele Falequen Famonwen Fangunn Fanquen Fante Fanwe Fanya Farel Fartake Felcana Fenan Fenel Feryen Fiinwe Finornewe Firel Firellamo Fogwe Funarwe Gaell Gaemorion Gaerdomon Gaeriel Galmo Givone Graladur Granruur Grantewen Granyar Gravathel Grayia Guvin Gyrerayea Haeron Halin Hanon Hanratch Hantuwae Hanwen Hargwel Harmiwe Hecar Hengthal Henwenar Herion Highise Higin Hyatar Hymbarin Iacary Iinalar Iinia Iirlawe Iirteroon Ilmurlia Inanger Indworyon Inenwinar Ingon Ingwe Innire Inwendo Iralur Iramir Iranimara Joreth Jorienia Joron Kalanwe Kalimerda Kalinal Kalira Kallan Kalmon Kelar Kellin Korion Korwe Laalardar Lamius Lanarcen Lanulanya Lanwe Lanwena Laranya Laras Laratch Larel Laremire Larmwatch Larure Latanta Layirwya Lewerie Linadel Linarie Lingwen Linimo Linsawe Linyarume Lirwen Lisha Listir Llock Lortistre Lovida Lovimo Lovinten Lovion Lovire Lovirion Lovita Luirla Lylin Malwe Mangalf Maran Marra Melelune Melon Meninwe Menwe Menwyelen Merayen Mermion Mifwe Minaynn Minian Minin Mirfir Mitano Mitharme Mithlion Miturdare Mondire Moren Murmo Muufin Naalidore Naallar Naawe Naemond Nairunbar Nalalon Naler Nallangwe Namoltin Namos Nando Naryande Neldore Nellinie Nelmor Nemen Nesawen Nesor Netha Niran Nomarne Nomire Norbel Nundawe Nunia Nurnevire Nuuya Ocalaur Ohturre Oltur Oriven Ornewe Ornir Outara Pandera Pelasse Pelia Pelon Penidol Pirion Pluin Psynniron Psyse Psysel Qeusea Quall Quarel Quaryre Quenlmon Querwel Rinwe Rivia Rolin Rondron Rular Rulin Ruline Rulion Rulle Rullinde Rulon Runde Ruuren Sallindel Sarien Sarin Sarion Sarwe Saumo Saure Saurorie Serimo Serion Sevar Shaie Shantalas Sirderm Sirer Sirinen Siryan Solaando Solbin Solhian Solingar Soras Soriir Sormia Sorne Sorooks Spoon Stolith Stoltewen Stome Stondarer Storimare Storione Stowe Sundtare Suralon Suurnel Taasse Talarnyar Taler Talin Talinewen Talinwend Talock Tandendel Taran Taria Tarwe Taurion Telia Telneda Telulando Telwe Telyeda Tenya Teren Terlinl Thllando Thrion Throhisse Thron Tinwe Tirlinwe Tirundel Tramor Tranar Transare Tuindur Tumeralno Tumius Tworamar Tymairya Umbama Umbar Underalf Undllel Undornan Unwen Urcolia Urlawe Uryel Uudewe Uullon Uulyayna Vaindor Valar Valen Valinewe Valingwen Valle Valsia Valya Vande Vanya Varamawen Varna Vinlmin Viron Virya Watorar Yarwe Ylantire Zenwenya
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hochgouez-nerzhus · 2 years
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Brigid's well at cullion-mullingar -irland
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Yeah I wish I could hang with you, but I just contacted my ancestors and they said you’re a cullion who will only come up in my space splashing negative vibrations all up on my positive energy, so I think I’ll have to pass.
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poohzhunny · 4 years
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I must move on, Cully. We’ll call this finished.
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elevanetheirin · 5 years
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Cullion 😂
I went and specifically bought gold eyes for him and I made his clothing more detailed
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chocohashbrown · 4 years
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I’m page four of View from Cullion, and I still haven’t figured out where the protagonists is :((
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