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“you’ll meet an army of me”

- army of me by bjork

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♱ reqs : closed until summer 👀

♱ masterlist ::: dni%byf ::: about me ::: req rules

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♱ what’s holly doing? fucking a levels bruh

♱ what’s she working on? nothing rn im so sorry

♱ who’s she thinking bout rn? bakugou 💔💔

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i’m always happy to talk to people so don’t be afraid to come into my asks to just chat abt random shit!!

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♱ previous blogs: oof-she-needs-therapy, woah-she’s-a-hoe-for-aran, thedevilsdaywear, it’s-just-one-big-fuckup

♱ quotev acc (released a creepypasta x reader called reborn!): justonebigscrewup

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FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸

#{ navi }

keir starmer banning social media for under 16s will never stop the kids getting to ao3. where there is a screen there is way.

#{ rambles }#fanfic

hydrachea

> turns on my computer

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

> disables a new AI fea

okay so backrooms was peak now where tf is my creepypasta or marble hornets movie 😍😍

#{ rambles }

do i

a) re-read spill your guts for the 13th time, or

b) actually find new creepypasta fics to read

#leaning a icl #{ rambles }#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta

uncertainlys

MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE

beardedmrbean

theman

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

tattooedzombigirl

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

secondlina

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

plagued-roses

MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔

thaumbody

here we go again

reblogging the golden potato

hoping it will work

that my life will get a perk

angelwings-crossbowstrings

Always reblog the potato.

wreneddieilysm

Rebloged.

rubberycarotid

you guys remember eyeless jack playing dominoes with the monkees right??

mrsblaileen

heian sukuna would love a fat wife. nsfw 18+ mdni. mlist

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he reveres each roll, each plump curve as a sign of wealth and prosperity. he’s not materialistic, nor is he one to care for societies opinions in the slightest, but he’s also not blind to the way people stare, and the way that they talk. if nothing else, he’s prideful - and that pride filters down to his wife, for is she not an extension of him? irrevocably his in the same way the fresh buds blooming in the garden are, etched in his image like the gilded halls of his temple. belonging to him as innately as each of his muscled limbs do.

he hears the servants chatter; look how well fed the kings darling pet is, how cared for and doted on she must be. their eyes follow you as you walk, delicate and barefooted, draped in the finest silks and jewels. freshly bathed and painted in a healthy flush, with your skin oiled and glowing as you lounge and eat freshly picked fruits from the garden. you eat with fervour, with pleasure, letting the sweet juice coat your fingers, slip in glistening dribbles down your chin and past the dip of your throat until he prowls across the garden and licks you clean, one great hand planted firmly over the swell of your belly.

he keeps you that way, pampered and plump and fertile. well fed and well bred always.

#this is what i want to see.

insvfficent

trial post.. hi guys.. i’ve been dead for a bit but writers block has been genuinely hell & i’ve been getting back into crp😓😓😓 .. i will TRY to post more.. ive got like 3 unfinished drafts for u guys LMAO