England... I am in you.
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England... I am in you.
There is a DOOR to my seat on this flight 😈
And a charging pod for sex toys devices 😆
@whosthisfkingguy you know what I'm thinking.....😆😈 oh the things that can happen in these seats 🤭
(I'm sorry, British Airways, for totally misinterpreting your beautiful seat designs🤣)
Scoffing my Tesco meal deal pantsless in my hotel room goblin style
why are you, a grown ass adult, shouting at your kid in the middle of a fuckin primark
doing some work for the old dart
This time tomorrow I'll be boarding a plane.
Happy Christmas
Scully woke up but barely moved for the warmth that was in and around her. A rich red blanket covered her, coming up to her chin and wrapping all around her body, tucked under her feet. The TV had carried on, a muted black and white episode of The Andy Griffith Show playing while the room had gone dark, save for a large vanilla candle on the wooden coffee table and the white glow emanating from the Christmas tree in the corner. Scully sighed, so comfortable as she sank even further into the cushions, and was enveloped by the smell of pine needles, and friendly and constant reminder of the time of year. The moment her thoughts became clearer they turned to Mulder, and then there was a quiet click at the door and it slowly opened. In stepped Mulder, black jacket over his dark blue v-neck sweater and jeans. Door shut and locked behind him, he sought out Scully. Her sleepy eyes met his and a sleepy smile formed to match her gaze. Coming over to the couch, Mulder flipped the TV off and picked Scully's blanket-wrapped feet and set them on his lap as he settled into the couch, resting his arm across the back. Scully shifted, though, flipping around to settle under Mulder's and into his side, which sheltered her perfectly. She tipped her face toward his and he answered with a long slow kiss. Before letting herself fall asleep in his arms, they waited together for the clock to strike midnight and they kissed long and slow once more. "Merry Christmas, Scully." "Merry Christmas, Mulder."
my body went from pale to Xtreme pale