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[ctrlsempyg]

Sempybaby: Not going to lie

Sempybaby: Just wanted everyone to see how good my boobies look today

[ctrlmarcusjackson]

Marcus: You would think teaching college cheerleaders to point their toes would be easy

Marcus: It's not...

Marcus: Come on now. Most of you have been doing this for years

[irisodoemene-blog]

@luxsaeterna

"Sibusio!” the Swazi princess had run ahead now that they had escaped the wandering eyes of her father, the king, and other members of the delegation. Turning, she called her personal bodyguard once more and smiled. “I fancy a walk to the town today. Walk with me? I fear father may have a fit.” Although the maintained the serious, royal stance around other people, she was comfortable enough around the other to allow herself to be a young girl. From time to time.

[robertwindsor-blog]

After what seemed like days of being locked up in meetings and the like, Robert finally found a small freedom on a lovely afternoon. Enjoying the sights, he noticed a figure walking towards him, “Come to check out the view as well? This seems to be the most quiet part of the castle. I’ve come to quite a liking of it.”

[n--kxrdei]

Normani bops her head to the beat pouring out of the speakers as she makes her way onto the boat. Smiling softly, she greets a few partygoers as she heads over to one of the couches.

[ctrlmarcusjackson]

Marc: If the cheerleaders would spend as much time listening to me as they do talking they would have the routine down

Marc: I want to know what they are talking about tho

[robertwindsor-blog]

@iscbcl

A fraud. Robert Windsor was a fraud and the whole international community had a front row ticket to his undoing. He had heard the whispers grow louder and louder until they were screaming banshees in his ear, reminding him of his unclean blood and his new title- not king, but bastard. Robert’s heart felt like it had been thrown into the ocean and left to rot, and he knew it was only time until the complete unravelling began. There was one person he needed to see more than anyone else. One person he needed to talk to, to prepare, before things started turning dark. Isobel. He searched for her in all their usual places but found himself jogging towards the meadow, in hopes to catch a glimpse of her there. A sigh of relief left his lips as he saw her sitting by the grass, calm and peaceful. In turn, he felt like a storm, ready to unleash its horrors. “Isobel,” he said, his face unreadable.