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thinking with your pussy, or cuntemplating,

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Saw the new barbie poster and i had to draw them as kacchako

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[Photos] SHINee_atoz instagram update - with Key 230805 (8P)

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230807 | GOWON, YVES 💌🦋

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jongkey for @herewegobebe ♡

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why is “get ___ed idiot” one of the funniest sentences in the english language

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get verbed idiot, the sequel to “ok nounboy”

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05/25/2008 -05/25/2018: Happy 10th Anniversary Shining SHINee!

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gorgeous! so gorgeous!

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[Recap] KEY CONCERT - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) IN THE KEYLAND 💞💞💞

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every time theres a new bad tv show or movie people act like its the end of the world you guys need to learn about the not watching shit method i’ve been successfully employing the not watching shit method for years

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This tag deserves to be seen

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MINHO 민호 '놓아줘 (Chase)' Performance Video

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Vietnamese Animorphs 2018 rerelease covers

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You’ve been sentenced to 400 years for multiple murders. It’s been 399 years and your jailers are starting to get nervous.

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I was twenty… twenty-five, I think?… when I was sentenced. Four hundred years was a length of time I couldn’t even imagine. It was a length of time I don’t think anyone could imagine, even the judge. It was just a big showy number that let everyone know I’d never see the light of day again. The mages who cast the spells were dramatic about it, practically shouting the part about ‘until death claims you, or four hundred years hath passed, forsooth, thou shalt be imprisoned here’. They don’t waste that kind of magic on most prisoners, but I was special.

The Slayer, they called me then. The Monster of Sentan. I’d killed nineteen people… I remember that number because I was so furious that they stopped me so close to my goal of twenty-one. And I didn’t just kill ordinary people, no, but the Chosen of the Gods. The Great and Good. They were terrified of me. So they locked me away, to die forgotten.

It had been a little less than a hundred years when the king died without heir, and a civil war tore the country apart. When the fighting was all over, the losers were dragged down to the deepest cells under the castle, and the new king and his soldiers stopped and stared at me. “Who… who is this?” he asked, frowning. “Some victim of the usurper?”

People like cooks and jailers and scrubbers don’t change as easily as kings. The same man who’d been bringing me my meals since there was still brown in his hair and beard shuffled forward, hunched and grey now. “No, yer majesty,” he said humbly. “That be a special prisoner, from before the old king died.”

“Special? Special how?” He frowned, moving closer to my cell. “The old king died more than ten years ago. This woman must have been a child then. What could she have done to - “

“Don’t get too close, yer majesty,” the old man said sharply. “That’s the Monster of Sentan… an’ she bites.”

That was true. I do bite.

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