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silkygermanboy · 21 hours
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Source Tik Tok Sky Sports: 25.04.2024
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givemequeen · 3 days
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my man
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barrel-crow-n · 5 months
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One thing about Kaz is that instead of thinking "I don't deserve her" he went "I will work on myself to deserve her" Bro is a simp, not a quitter.
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jim-kirks-bubble-butt · 2 months
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he’s so beautiful
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katsukisxslut · 11 months
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katsuki bakugo secretly loves it when you act like a complete brat. he already has that gruff personality that makes him seem angry all the time, but that’s all a facade when it comes to your bratty tendencies, oh no, he’s not mad at all. there’s nothing this man loves more than putting you in your place. he’ll have you folded into the mattress, knees to your chest, legs resting on his shoulders and he cannot help but feel his balls tighten every time he looks down at your face. so sweet, tears rolling down your fat cheeks as his cock just bullies your pussy. “awe, what’s a matter, crybaby? where’d all that attitude go?” and he is enjoying this, oh so much. he’ll lean down to press a heavy kiss to your lips, hips never once faltering, moving his hand to cup your cheek, all before using his thumb to guide your mouth open. he allows his spit to gather up before letting it go to roll past his lips & he didn’t even see you, patiently waiting, tongue lolled out, catching it right on your tongue and swallowing it so fast, as if that was the last things you’d ever get from him. the last time you’d ever taste him. the scene enough for him to completely fill you to the brim then and there. “no, no more ‘suki” you’d whine trying to push him off, to no avail, too cock drunk and overstimulated, “‘s too much. i can’t,” you’d pout and he’d grab your hand, pinning it above your head. “but this what you wanted, you begged for this crybaby. i think that you have a couple more in ya,” as he’d pepper kisses along your jaw line, nibbling at your neck before stuffing his cock back inside, and oh how he wishes that you would just brat out a little more. ♡
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kiwiaok · 20 days
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I love andrew. I love every andrew. gimmie big arms andrew. and big titties andrew. sleeper build andrew with tummy. and emo andrew. and skinny sickly victorian child andrew with eyebags that take up half of his face and skin that has never seen sun. and andrew that smiles with all of his teeth. andrew with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man. and andrew with a gun. I really want andrew with a gun.
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wrathyforest · 1 year
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idk if someone already drew it, but here we go :D
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fark me
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oxygenpdf · 20 days
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Charles drove the fuck outta that race. Made those tiers look like child’s play, held off some major battles. Fuck all the hate, he deserves driver of the day. Thats one hell of a comeback from P8.
Future WDC right there, I don’t care. Ferrari themselves may be burning the food, but Charles and Carlos are fucking COOKING. Racing the hell outta those cars.
Carlos too. What a drive. Maybe it’s the midnight sleep kicking in, but honestly Suzuka just solidified potential future on-track battles between Max and Charles, Carlos and Charles.
I’m grabbing some water and heading to bed. Goodnight to everyone (except Williams) <3
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gashofleastresistance · 10 months
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🎵 Time may change the shoreline
But time will not change me 🎵
THE LITTLE MERMAID (2023) dir. Rob Marshall
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ssamorganhotchner · 2 months
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Rock Creek Park has me FOAMING at the mouth. Holy fuck.
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TG in casual clothes makes me wanna BARK 🤤
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who-dat-homeless · 19 days
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FUCK DO YOU REMEMBER GAVIN REED FROM DBH??
If I remember correctly he's somewhat gen z. I UNDERSTAND NOW WHY HE HATES ANDROIDS SO MUCH HE LIVED THROUGH AI-POCALIPSES
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halfwayriight · 6 months
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Anything else?
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hajimeseyo · 4 months
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“Tell me something about yourself that not many people know.”
“What's this?” he asks, voice laced with amusement.
“Just answer me, ‘tsuya.” you grumble, head lolling over the side of the bed you're currently spread out on, peering at his upside down figure. “I'm bored.”
Mitsuya hums thoughtfully, pen tapping against the table absentmindedly. Both your homeworks lay abandoned on his table, you having already given up a long time ago and pestering him to do the same, despite his best efforts to stay focused and finish them.
“I have a dragon tattoo on the side of my head.” he says casually.
“WHAT?????” you leap up from your spread-eagle position to gape at him properly. His lips curl into an impish grin at your reaction, the sight sending butterflies flying through your stomach. You swat them away in favour of focusing on the more pressing matter at hand. 
“Yeah.” His hand comes up to tap at the right side of his head. “Right here.”
You scramble off the bed, nearly tripping over yourself as you rush to his side. “Whaaat the fuck. You're the last person I'd expect to ever have a tattoo.” you say as you pull up your chair next to him, plopping down on it.
He huffs in amusement. “I am in a gang, y'know.” 
“I know, but you're like, more well behaved compared to them.” You pause, peering at his face suspiciously. “...right?”
A mischievous smile is all you get in response.
Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to the side of his head, peering closely at the short lilac hair, trying to catch a glimpse of the tattoo. You can't see anything, though, due to all the hair fully covering it.
“Can I…?” you raise your hand hesitantly. He nods, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to where the tattoo supposedly lies, the warm touch sending sparks flying through your skin.
Carefully, your fingers gently part his hair to reveal the scalp below. The slight shiver as your fingers make contact with his head doesn't go unnoticed by you, although none of you say a word.
And there, under the lilac strands, you catch glimpses of furling strands of black ink, coiling and curling into something resembling—
“A dragon?” you murmur.
Mitsuya hums. “Mhm. I designed it myself. Cool, huh?” You can hear the pride in his voice.
You snort, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “I suppose.” Following the strands of ink, you trace down the side of his scalp, mesmerized by the intricate design. Despite your seemingly unimpressed response, you found the tattoo really beautiful, the art style unique and artistic, the way it curves along the side of Mitsuya's head so naturally you wouldn't be surprised if he said he was born with it. Lost in your concentration, you don't notice Mitsuya's slowly reddening cheeks, closing his eyes as his head subconsciously leans into your gentle touch.
The two of you stay like that for a while, in comfortable silence, him enjoying your ministrations, you too absorbed in admiring every detail of the tattoo to notice. 
Until you trace the final curl of the dragon's tail, the trail ending making you snap out of whatever trance you were in, face immediately flushing a deep red as you realized you probably spent way more time touching him than you should've. Your hand instantly jolts back from his head as if it touched hot iron. At the loss of your touch, Mitsuya's eyes slowly fluttered open, gazing lazily at you, the sight once again sending some weird, hot feeling shooting through you. Damn this man and his stupidly pretty face.
You clear your throat, trying to act natural. “Why have a tattoo when you can't even see it under all that hair, though?” 
That question catches him off guard, and he barks out a laugh. “There's a funny story behind it, actually.”
He goes on to tell you the story of how he got the tattoo, from meeting this boy called Draken, to playing games at the brothel, to deciding to become a delinquent and accidentally matching tattoos with Draken. Your jaw dropped more and more as the story progressed, mostly from how unexpected and wild the entire thing was.
“Damn.” you laugh when he finishes. “And here I thought you were this good, well-behaved child who got roped into the gang business by their friends. I mean, abandoning your sisters to graffiti a wall?” you shake your head in mock disapproval. “What a bad child you are.” 
His lips stretch into a sly grin, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. “Oh? Really, [name], you should've known by now.”
He leans forward until his lips are right by your ear, voice coming out in a teasing whisper.
“I can get quite naughty sometimes.” 
...
You're quite certain your face is in flames. 
You sit there, short-circuiting, as Mitsuya leans back into his chair, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Fumbling, you glance around desperately from something that will save you, and your eyes land on the abandoned exercise books on the table, the whole reason you were at Mitsuya's house in the first place. 
“Oh! Would you look at that! Our homework! That we still have to finish!” You pull your chair back to the other side of the table hurriedly and bury your face in the books, your homework suddenly being the most interesting thing in the world. You hear him chuckle, but he doesn't say anything, picking up his pen and continuing with his work. Your heart finally stops racing, and you think that you're safe until—
“[name]?”
“Hm?”
“I enjoyed that very much. Feel free to do it again if you want~”
“...”
This boy is going to be the death of you.
(part 2 here!)
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feodor-dostoevsky · 1 year
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GABRIEL LUNA as Tommy Miller in HBO’S THE LAST OF US
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crazy-form · 6 months
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PLAY COLOR: On My Youth — xiaojun.
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