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fr what is happening bc what do you mean I just found truth bombs in pristine condition with an mpreg polaroid in a random charity shop immediately after the hard launch
DOCTOR WHO — 73 YARDS (S40E04) ››› Amanda Walker as Ruby Sunday
sister daniel with the catboy thighhighs and blonde phil in a choker and a net top . I know they're exhibitionists but my GOD
between the trailer and the g*cha i feel like im at a buffet
cat day is everyday
New outfit + reactions
The Sephiroth brain rot is real
Sillies 🧡
*whispers* ... hot damn ...
Canonical gay couple? In my Final Fantasy? It’s more likely than you think. 🥂🥂🥂🥂
Dion Lesage -- Eikon of Bahamut
KILL THE MONSTER
Taking a breather
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The Romance of Certain Old Clothes by Henry James
The lid of the chest stood open, exposing, amid their perfumed napkins, its treasure of stuffs and jewels. Viola had fallen backward from a kneeling posture, with one hand supporting her on the floor and the other pressed to her heart. On her limbs was the stiffness of death, and on her face, in the fading light of the sun, the terror of something more than death. Her lips were parted in entreaty, in dismay, in agony; and on her bloodless brow and cheeks there glowed the marks of ten hideous wounds from two vengeful ghostly hands.
What a long strange trip it’s been!
*giant wind gust outside*
Me: “Don’t say it.”
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