studies i did at like 3 in the morning bc i was insane
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do you ever found yourself watching a character (especially a villain) and you're just "oh my God, [] is so complex! so rich! all the writing, the arcs, the dynamics!! it's sooo good!" but when confronted with the question of if you want them to survive, the immediate response is
"oh, []? oh no, I want this bitch crushed. destructed. out of my vision. kick it to the depths of hell with no comeback. exterminate."
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Would anybody be interested if I share some OC stuff in this blog???
Cuz I wanna share some here. I know some people who come from Twitter who know about my OCs, but hey, I'd just like to know if people here who first followed me on this site would be interested hehe
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obviusly I can't draw, but I passed the last hour beating my twin's record on run bun bun run and I think it's something they'd do too.
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It is singular, nevertheless, that certain persons, who were spectators of the whole scene, and professed never once to have removed their eyes from the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, denied that there was any mark whatever on his breast, more than on a new-born infant’s. Neither, by their report, had his dying words acknowledged, nor even remotely implied, any, the slightest connection, on his part, with the guilt for which Hester Prynne had so long worn the scarlet letter.
"The Scarlet Letter", by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast (you already know who lol)
morning after starters
7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast
“You’re cookin’ is great as always, sweetie.” Manos had Vaggie on top of the the kitchen table, plates of food pushed to the side to make room. The pair each wore a bathrobe, his grey, hers purple, that were opened up in front. As he complimented Vaggie, he had been fucking her missionary for the past few minutes, the soft fabric of their robes and supple touch of their skin mixing with each other.
“I’ll have to keep some later for lunch.” Manos pulled Vaggie’s robe open to expose her breasts, burying his face in her chest and taking her nipples into his mouth. His tongue lapped over her grey skin greedily and with zero hesitation. His cock was thrusting inside the moth sinner’s dripping pussy. He let out a deep grunt, looking satisfied with their early morning love making.
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By the way, I would literally bet money that we're going to successfully keep global warming below 2 degrees celsius.
Would I bet my whole savings on it? No, not yet. But the way the data is trending, in two or three years, I very well might.
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i was once again reminded of the amazing modding comminity of re4
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if you ever feel crushed by the burden of modern life…
theme for my new island☀️ a farming sim inspired farmcore island🥕complete with a terrible job you can leave and a neglected farm you can work on turning into a beautiful one🪴
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