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notbecauseofvictories · 3 months

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not going to lie, one of my great joys these days is getting fucked up in the bath. When I moved into this apartment, I couldn't understand why my mother cooed so much over the tub? but she was right, this slaps.

#reading a trashy novel and drinking beer this IS peak performance #sorry to all my new followers but that post's main content came from someone else. I am not that interesting or funny.#celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge

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gongustheawsome01 · 2 months

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Been meaning to say this for a bit.. And now that I finally can I just want to say...

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!

Ever sense I was but a little Gongus my Mama and Papa and Brother and Dog and Parrot and Cat and Goldfish and Garbage Man all mocked me and told me. "GONGUS YOU WILL NEVER BE ANY GOOD AT DRAWING BIG BURLY ITALIAN WARIO LAND INSPIRED MEN WHO RUN FAST!" But I never gave up... And LOOK AT WHERE I AM TODAY!!

Heck even my old Pa even came around and got me some Chinese takeout ( my favorite! ) to celebrate!

SO I WANNA THANK ALL MY MUTUALS!! ( YES EVEN THE ONES I DON'T TALK TO MUCH YOU HELPED ME GET HERE TOO!! )

@jellazticious @zedortoo @whereismyhat5678 @the-little-knight @oddpizza @skeweredmaggot

MY REAL LIFE FRIENDS THAT I GET TO EAT GRASS WITH IN THE MEADOWS EVERYDAY!

@funnylittlegoober @therealmachiavelli123 @gabrielora @sosokittyplays @somegamer @number1princessdianafan

And despite what I may have said in the beginning.. Yes.. Even my family I have to thank.. INCLUDING @funnylittlegoober YET AGAIN LADIES AND GENTLEMEN YEAH THAT'S RIGHT THAT'S THE GUY WHO TORMENTED ME WITH THE MR STICKS JERMA IMAGE GET HIM!!!!!!

#thank you for 100 followers #It actually means so much to me you all have no idea #if it weren't for some funny itialian.. Or for some funny weird guy.. Or for the british.. Well gee.. I don't know where I'd be..#Probably homeless and well.. Smoking beers and communicating with rats to steal from the local bakers..#also don't worry about my interests and where they're partying they're probably all off at a bar or something!

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greypetrel · 2 months

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All alone, no chaperone 🎶💃🦝

Josephine's nightmare in teaching @n7viper's Mihri to dance properly for the Winter Palace: Raina helping. I swear I'm sending her 3 weeks to the sea and locking her out of the house, but this is probably the one piece I had more fun with, I cackled all the time. Look at them having fun... Well, Raina having fun, Mihri probably. Cullen for sure isn't having much fun, is he. :P

#ockiss24 #dragon age #mihri lavellan #raina hawke #da fanart #dai #da2 #n7viper #greypetrel #digital art #illustration #*Cassandra screaming like a fangirl in the corner*#thank you Viper this was fun to do and Mihri is a delice as always I'm so glad I drew her!#Raina is glad too what can I say she was feeling particularly chaotic #she'll sit there with beer and snacks observing any possible chaos following this and laughing

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andavs · 1 month

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I want nothing more than a running gag of Eddie having an ongoing feud with a new upstairs neighbor. They moved in recently and he tried to be nice and introduce himself, but it’s been nonstop problems ever since.

Constant thuds and loud noises directly above Eddie’s bedroom when he’s trying to sleep after a shift. Chris plays video games a tad too loud and they’re banging on the floor to turn it down. They keep putting their trash in Eddie’s bin. Parking in his spot. Dinner parties that get rowdy right at the time Chris is usually doing his homework. Passive aggressive notes about how loud Eddie’s truck is. Vacuuming at six in the morning on his days off—which he knows is intentional.

And then we finally meet the neighbor and it’s some little old lady. They do not become friends.

She gives him food that she made too much of and he’s sure that she’s taking shots at his cooking skills because she commented on the smell once. He takes a large package up to her front door and she accuses him of attempting to steal it, and will not let it go.

Eddie even busts in and saves her life one day when he hears her fall, and she demands he buy her a new door.

They never become friends.

#in contrast i want chim to have a circle of neighborhood dads he plays basketball with #they lend each other tools and stand around in driveways talking about gutters and home renovation #chim and maddie have a party and eddie ends up in the dad circle too #followed shortly by bobby #buck wanders over once he realizes all of the adult guys at the party disappeared #and finds them all standing in a circle in the driveway holding beers discussing drywall thickness #911

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official-audio-aesthetic · 1 year

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chivalrouswooly · 9 days

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you look so much like a former partner of mine. I think about him often. Biggest dick I’ve ever had! Wanna show me yours, for scientific comparison? 😏

Keep it in your pants pls. Ty.

#contemplate the following consolation prize: beer bottle. 🫡

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brighteststar707 · 9 months

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Fic request for Jumin and White Chocolate for @altaluneslair!

the direction I'd like it to go in is having a date with him for the whole day in cheap and commoner places without travelling by his car~ So, the date may go: travelling by public transport, eating street foods in the market, playing in arcade game center, dining in small gopchang restaurant, attaching love padlocks in Namsan Tower, just strolling around somewhere, or etc.

I'll be honest, I spent a long time watching Seoul vlogs and reading travel pages to write this fic 😅 I tried to get the details and setting right but my skills are limited by the fact that I've never visited Seoul or done any of these things.

That being said, I like how this fic turned out. It's nothing like anything else I've written for Jumin and it was a lot of fun to research and write. I hope you enjoy!

✧ White Chocolate ~ Going on a Date

Jumin and his wife stand side-by-side at a subway station, looking for all the world like any other commuters. Since they arrived at their station, she has been talking to him excitedly about how well-connected they are, that her commute used to be so much longer before she moved into the penthouse. Jumin listens to her talking, content for any information she gives him about her life before. The idea of doing this several times a day is something he can’t imagine. Sometimes, he forgets how different her life used to be, how much has changed for her since marrying him.

The idea for today’s date had started as a simple conversation over dinner just this week. He had stayed back at the office later than usual, so to make it up to her he called in the chef to make them a nice dinner to share when he got home. Over dinner, after talking about their day, their discussion had moved to weekend plans.

“How do you feel about visiting the vineyard? The weather is supposed to be lovely this weekend, we can just relax."

She had nodded slowly, as if in a daze, then her face broke into a good-natured laugh. He looked at her, perplexed.

“Sorry, that sounds wonderful! I didn’t mean to laugh, it’s just that hearing that out loud… it’s still a little bit surreal. Going to the vineyard for the weekend as if it was as easy as crossing town.”

“Probably easier, we wouldn’t have to deal with traffic,” Jumin replies.

“Thank goodness for the plane.”

“So, what would you have us do on our day off?”

“Well, I used to keep a list on my phone of places to go and things to do when I had time off in the city. I haven’t gone through it in a while, but I’d probably have picked some things from there?”

He tilts his head to the side inquisitively. “Like what?”

“Oh, things like trying out new food stalls at the market or playing in the arcade.”

That was what got his attention. He always found himself fascinated by things so common to the everyday person.

“Well, why don’t we do some things from your list? The vineyard can wait until next week.”

And just like that, the idea for their ‘commoner date’ was born. She managed to get him to agree that they’d go out like she used to before, no personal driver, no security team following them (though just a call away and monitoring their locations at all times), no fancy restaurants or exclusive events. She instead took the time to plan out a full day of activities she would have done on a date if she weren’t married to Jumin Han.

Jumin, of course, wasn’t allowed to know about any of them until the day of their date itself.

The subway arrives right on time, and he follows her close behind as they step on. They find a single free seat, and Jumin automatically stands aside to offer it to her, but she hesitates.

“I admire your chivalry, love, but are you sure you don’t want to sit?”

“Of course I am.”

She doesn’t look convinced.

“Are you doubting my ability to stand?”

“Of course not! If you’re sure, then I’ll take it, thank you.”

She sits down and watches as he stands resolutely in front of her and holds on to the bar (after just a second's hesitation at the idea of the germs). It’s not a bad sight. She convinced him to swap out his usual suits for something more casual and comfortable, so today he’s dressed in black simple trousers and a linen white shirt. His hair is less styled than usual and is floppy and soft over his head instead of combed neatly.

Perhaps she was wrong to worry. He’ll be fine.

The subway doors shut and it pulls out of the station. The people have crowded closer around each other, and Jumin stands stiffly. The momentum of the train moving makes him wobble dangerously and he receives some dirty looks from the passengers around him.

“Jumin, I’ll ask you one more time.”

“…Perhaps I should take the seat.”

She slips out of the seat and he sinks into it ungracefully. She stands up opposite him, holding on to the bar a lot more steadily than Jumin was a minute ago. He huffs at the sweet smile she flashes him.

She keeps a mental note of the stops they’re passing and her eyes linger Jumin as he people watches. He has spent so much of his life kept at a distance from people, and she has noticed that he enjoys any opportunity he gets to watch people going about their lives. It’s one of the reasons he likes the charity parties so much, for the wide variety of people he gets to meet.

Finally, they reach their stop and join the crowd of people stepping out and onto the platform.

“So, are you going to tell me what you have planned yet?”

“Well, first of all, I thought I’d bring you out for some of my favourite street food. We can't spend a day out without lunch.”

The entrance to the market is only a few minutes away from the subway exit (and Jumin is starting to understand her earlier excitement at their central location). Entering the market feels like entering another world. Garlands are strung from the ceiling, and the walls are lined with food stalls. It’s almost overwhelming, but he can’t stop looking around.

Of course, he has known about the food markets in the city for a long time, heard his employees talking about them between themselves and even recommended them to clients looking to experience the city. However, he has never had the chance (or reason) to visit one himself.

It's full of people: groups of friends chattering while in line for food, people clustered around tables and conversing with the salespeople. She doesn’t let go of his hand as she leads him down the line of food stalls and stops at a specific one.

“Oh, Jumin, you have to try this!”

It’s a pancake, by the looks of it, fried in oil. She orders them one each and bring them to the table by the stall. He sits down next to her and she pushes the little aluminium dish towards him to taste.

He takes a hesitant bite and tries to ignore her gaze on him as she waits for his reaction. He concentrates on the pancake instead. It’s crispy and flavourful, and probably has got more oil in it than anything he has eaten recently. It’s delicious, and he tells her as much.

She smiles, satisfied, and starts eating her own pancake. They chat, and he asks her about visiting the market and her favourite foods. As he listens to her speak, he slowly grows less conscious of all the people surrounding him. He isn’t used to being alone – without security – in crowds like this. But despite his face being plastered on magazines and tabloids frequently, it seems like nobody here has recognized him. He even starts to relax a little bit. Clearly, nobody is expecting to see Jumin Han and his wife in the middle of a busy food market in the city.

When they both finish, they get up from the table and keep walking around the market. They stop at one more stall for drinks and keep walking, cups in hand.

When they leave the market, Jumin is full and content, even excited for their next activity.

“So,” he says, “Are we taking another subway?”

“Nope! This time we’re taking a little walk to our destination.”

And so they do. Hand in hand, they walk down the street. Jumin likes the anonymity being in a crowd of people lends him, likes the security that her hand gives him at the same time.

His first reaction at the arcade is a sort of shock. It’s dark, full of neon colours and loud noises coming from the machines. It’s overwhelming, to say the least.

They linger in the middle as she surveys the array of games she has to choose from. Jumin stands close to her, eyeing the machines warily. They’re loud and bright, and he isn’t sure what to make of them. Sure, he plays video games at home sometimes (a secret that’s well-kept from the RFA members), but surely this is different. For one thing, his games are not this loud.

She spots a machine, and as Jumin follows her gaze, he starts to laugh. It’s a car racing game, complete with a steering wheel and gears. He knows what she’s thinking without her having to say anything.

“Come here, Jumin, I want to test out something.”

She ushers him over to the seat, instructs him to get ready to race, and puts a coin in the slot. He sets off, jerking the wheel back and forth with more force than she'd expect from such a machine. She stands behind him so she can watch the screen and cheer him on. For a second, it looks like he’s doing pretty well. That is, before the car slams into the barriers and he gets overtaken by the rest of the racers.

Jumin doesn’t even wince.

“You’re going too fast to control the car, slow down!”

“The objective of a race is to be the fastest.”

“Yes, but you cannot be the fastest if you keep getting stuck.”

He finishes the race in last place, and she is reminded once again to never let him behind the wheel of a car.

From there, they move on to a few rounds of air hockey (which she ends up winning, despite his best efforts), then a round each on a platformer game (where Jumin actually gets a high score). On their way out, Jumin gets distracted by a little soft toy in one of the claw machines that looks a lot like Elizabeth the Third and insists on trying to win her.

After going through half of their coins, she decides to take over and try her luck. Jumin hovers over her shoulder, giving her instructions and encouragement. After going through nearly the rest of the coins, she gets lucky and catches the little cat toy. She takes it out of the slot and presents it to him like it’s an expensive piece of jewellery.

He holds it gently in his hands, admiring the little toy.

“We’ve freed you now, don’t worry. Just wait until you meet Elizabeth. She’ll love you.”

When they finally leave the arcade, his ears are ringing and the light outside feels too bright. He isn’t sure how Yoosung and Seven manage to visit so often without getting headaches, but he has started to see the appeal of the occasional visit.

He looks to his wife, who is looking out at the street expectantly. He still has no idea what she has planned for the rest of their day. Before he can ask her what she’s looking for, a taxi pulls up to the pavement and she walks towards it to say something to the driver.

“This is for us, Jumin, get in!” She must have ordered the cab when he was busy at the claw machine.

“Isn’t this cheating?” He asks after slipping into the backseat.

“Well, let’s call it a grey area. It’s getting close to rush hour and I don’t think that’s an experience you’re missing out on.”

He agrees.

She refuses to tell him where they’re going next, so he can only guess by trying to identify the streets they’re passing. Luckily for him, their next destination is one he recognizes.

They step out of the taxi and find themselves at the Namsan Tower cable car station. This is another city landmark he has often recommended to business partners, and one he often hears about from others.

He already knows he’s going to like this part of their date. They buy their tickets and wait for their turn to board (he prefers this to the subway). Once they've boarded their cabin, he holds onto one of the railings and she wraps her arms around him for support. He puts his arm over her shoulders and holds her close as they watch the city grow smaller and smaller from the windows.

It's definitely better than the subway.

The sun has started to set by the time they reach one of the viewing platforms. The city stretches out beneath them, but the view is different to the kind Jumin sees from his office. At work, it sometimes feels like he can reach out and touch the city with his fingertips. Even worse, sometimes it feels like the city below is reaching up for him to pull him down to them. As much as he loves his job, the people it sometimes brings to him are the kind who would do anything for a taste of his world. They both know that better than others.

From over here though, he feels untouchable. It’s calming, to have it at a distance for once, instead of being in its centre.

“I have one more surprise for you, Darling.”

She wriggles free from his arms and starts rooting through her bag. She finally pulls out a padlock. It has their initials engraved on it, and under it a small inscription.

He takes it from her hands and examines it carefully.

“You had this made?”

“I had it engraved for us on short notice. I thought we could do one better than the ones the souvenir shop offers.”

He chuckles. "It's perfect."

They take their time looking for the perfect place to hang it. Walking around the perimeter of the viewing platform, stopping to admire the view as the sun slowly sets, then finally settling on a place.

It’s on the outside of a railing, on top of layers of other locks (a hundred other promises that were made before them) that they choose to fix theirs. They close it together, hands over hands, and then take a second to admire it.

The sun has almost set, but in the soft light, they can still make out the little engraved inscription.

Dedicated to old sunsets and new experiences, I'd follow you anywhere

#They got fried chicken and beer for dinner #just trust me on this one #writing for this made me so hungry #I want to visit Gwangjang market NOW #300 follower event #mystic messenger #mystic messenger jumin #mystic messenger jumin han #mysme jumin #mysme jumin han #my writing

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evergardenwall · 1 year

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you know that post where someone is like ‘where can i go to eat snacks for free’ and another user responds with ‘go to the openings of artists’ exhibitions, you’ll have free drinks and appetizers, and they will appreciate having people coming over a lot bcs it helps with their career, etc.’ ?

well. i just did this for an indie cartoonist who published her first memoir graphic novel this week... discovered her work on instagram literally three days ago — through another artist who shared one of her posts in her story — , found out there was a meetup+signing session at a bookshop where snacks were offered to the public, and attended the event 😳 sometimes you just have to impulsively do things like this. it creates nice memories and you get to discover things you wouldn’t have been naturally drawn to otherwise

#also another very funny thing is that this artist has followed me back on insta.... my networking skills <3 #bought a copy of her book and it’s now signed teehee #<- and ye okay the difference is that her book was not free. but the snacks were #i had korean beer and crisps!!#entries

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endreal · 5 months

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Okay it's 3 now but the forecast high is 17 so as long as we can get our ass out during daylight hours it'll be a lovely day for a w-a-l-k

#Spell-speaking so as not to hype the puppygirls who follow me (I know there's a few of you!) too much at 8am on a Sunday #while the rest of my dash is trying to sleep or enjoy a quiet coffee #*edit: or beer!

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loptrcoptr · 3 months

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Went on a trail ride with another girl I haven’t ridden with in a while l and said “hey let’s try this trail!” and then I nearly got us stuck in a fucking swamp

I literally said “haha, come on Bertie (my horse) it’s not like it’s quicksand” and then boom! it kind of WAS though and my pony is fat but she is small, so she got stuck up to her knees a few times but oh my god, poor Buster is a normal sized thick ol halter hog quarter horse boy and he almost went down. he sunk in on the left side up to his stifle. that’s like his hip man that’s like. Almost the butt. that was high-as-a-horse’s-hips mud. That was horse-thigh-gap-height mud. Oh my god.

This obviously scared the horse so then he scrambled out as best he could and he took his mom into a bank full of many sharp little trees and she almost came off and then had to get down and back him back into the mud to get him out and around the trees again

Was my horse as affected? No. Was I hit so hard in the face by tree branches that I bit my lip? No, but her horse reenacted the neverending fucking story for a minute there and she got pistol whipped by branches and I felt so bad 😭 in fairness, she never objected to exploring. not in fairness, it was absolutely my dumbass idea

This is why no one wants to ride with us, even when I try to have a chill walk-only lazy little trail ride I still manage to get us into some kind of chaos, because my riding style can only be described as Quaintly Unhinged™️

As pet tax, here’s my pony and her stupid stray dog she adopted, brave survivors of the sticky icky swamp

#no animals were harmed in the making of this shitshow only one cut on a human and the dog #who has more than nine lives- was fine and I have no idea how he crossed the mud he could’ve flown I was too busy trying to not fall #I’m sorry Julie I’m sorry Buster. thankfully he is a sturdy fucker and both he and Bertie calmed down quickly once we got back on the main #trail and headed home. but the worst part is?#I had fun lmao I do enjoy this kind of insane shit #one time I went riding with my horse’s girlfriend and her owner and homies just turned her mare into the Rio grande and started crossing #and my mare followed because she’s obsessed with hers and I had a proud ‘oh thank god other people are also crazy’ moment #meanwhile ellis #Bertie the pony #this is why it’s really rare to have good riding buddies that 100% enjoy the same stuff as you. first you have to get past all the issues #between disciplines and training styles etc. and be totally willing to mind your own business #and then you have to have similar ideas of what’s fun #my idea of fun is pounding a beer and galloping my little nag up a dirt road pretending I’m in Rohan #this as you can imagine is an acquired taste for most people lmaoooo

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ptrckjcne · 1 year

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i'm sad we never got a scene of charlie and/or grace on the couch of steve and danny's house in the later seasons, on a videocall with their grandparents back in jersey, and as they're having a nice, peaceful conversation, you hear the sound of paws against the hardwood floor, followed by steve or danny going "no eddie please you're wet, come back eddie-,"

and you have eddie williams on the screen of a phone or a laptop or a tablet looking like a question mark because ... he's right there, and he's dry (he'll tell them all about how it's been raining like crazy in jersey, but he hasn't been out all day so there's no way he can be wet), and the kids have to explain that "oh no, gramps, it's not you, it's the dog"

and they turn to show their grandparents the exact moment when steve and danny both launch for a (mild) body tackle with towels to dry off eddie who's had a bath, and he's having the time of his life because he thinks they're chasing him to play

#or he could be running around with something that he definitely shouldn't be carrying #grace is talking about college when eddie sprints by with an empty beer bottle in his mouth #steve nearly crashes into the doorframe as he tries to follow the dog #charlie talks about sports when eddie's got a shoe in his mouth #and danny sighs and finds both a treat and a toy as he does his best to bribe the dog #eddie williams is just mighty confused at the end of the phonecall #“steven i can get criminals to admit to petty crimes they did at the age of twelve why can't i bribe your dog to give me my shoe back”#h50 #h50 headcanon #mcdanno #steve mcgarrett #danny williams #eddie the dog

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thespiritoflife · 1 year

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𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

{CLOSED}

NAVIGATION

what should i say.. just thank you. i remember when i was much smaller blog, doing my 100 followers celebration and now i am here. i can't believe it. just thank so so much. my words can not describe how i am feeling now about this! i am sending you all warm kisses <3

i decided to do MINI madison beer celebration cause i love her songs and she's so beautiful <3 come join if you want to or not. you don't have to know madison beer :)

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 - i'll post words/things i think when i think of YOU/your blog <3

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 - send me any song (it can be madison beer's song or not) you associate me with, and i'll post a song i associate you with too!

𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 - what do i think your aesthetic/core is? i'll tell you and you tell me too if you want to <3

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 - send me drink you would order if you were at fancy dinner date (for example: red wine, beer, piña colada, anything) and i'll tell you who would take you on date! (please, specify fandom and gender preference)

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 - i'll tell you what i think you look like in my mind! you can tell me too if you want to!

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THANK YOU FOR EVERY SINGLE FOLLOW :) if you see this and want to join, do it <3 i will be happy!

#𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝟕𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 #madison beer #700 followers #700 followers celebration #madison beer songs #ships #pairings #madison beer aesthetics #aesthetics

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