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If there is a god I hate him

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I guess you could say he’s ve… he’s a very h…

vislaneva

personally if I was mother I would yeet miette

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Yes

argumate

you score a field goal with Miette??

official-kircheis

ooooh! points for mother! threee points for mother!

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the-toastr-rat

I know it's a little early, but it's good to let people prepare!

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viehfutter

Finally. Normal porn is back on this website.

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i literally cannot convey how long i fucking laughed after i realized that boobytrap backwards is partyboob

serpentstones-blog1

i really hope that this does not end up being the text post that defines my entire tumblr career

tastylemonbread

posts i think about: thursday edition

kitnapz

she lets me hit because she hasnt memorized my attack patterns

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love is in the air? wrong. evil skull

phantomrose96

Humans will say "I guess I could have pizza tonight but I had pizza on Thursday and I don't really want pizza twice in the same week" and dogs will say "Oh boy the exact same gub I've been fed for every meal of my entire life homf homhf chomfhh homhomhomhomhomh"

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Charlie charlie kirky

I just popped a perky

kayageumi

Wolfsbane

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (fem)

Genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+

Word Count: 16.7k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of warfare/violence, mentions of blood, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, outdated sexual norms/attitudes

Author’s Note: Feedback and reblogs are what keep me going - so any and all thoughts are greatly appreciated!! This is unedited because I just wanted to get it out lol; I will be doing a read-through tomorrow for errors, but if you guys find any in the meantime, please let me know!!

Summary: You took a deep breath before lifting your head, staring right at Chan. “I can be your collateral – as your wife.”

As you trudged up the stone stairway, heavy buckets of water swinging from your arms, you stopped to wipe the sweat off your forehead – and curse the day your father had ever been born.

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