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"c'monnnnn, c'monnnnnnnn"

hi. and welcome to my niche hc that the process of becoming a warframe nullifies genitalia, which makes jerking it extremely difficult. especially for resident jerking off hero amir

#2026 #warframe #nsft #amir beckett #can i get away with this... thinking emoji #there's nothing there...

people say i can take pretty good pictures but sadly I rarely take photos because I’m surrounded by suburban purgatory

#when there's no clouds i feel like im in a simulated neighbourhood #photography #me post #I would love to go around and take photos of nice things but....#there's nothing there...#theres a small forest behind us but Im scared of it so :(

When you see people still shipping Staci Pratt and Jacob Seed

#how tho #there's nothing there...#NOTHING!!!#IDK ship whatever the fuck you want I'm just having a winge

"J, where did you put the new leather cleaning stuff?" Tony questioned, glancing under the table, covered in grime from wing to toe. - metaldragonheart

Jarvis sighed, glancing at him. "Please stop tracking dirt everywhere...go stand in the bathroom, tile is easier to clean. I'll go get the leather cleaning supplies."

#I think you gave me the wrong url #there's nothing there...#sharksrpblog #so I'll tag this one so you see this #Anonymous

“Why, thou monkey," said a harpooneer to one of these lads, "we've been cruising now hard upon three years, and thou hast not raised a whale yet. Whales are scarce as hen's teeth whenever thou art up here." Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it. In this enchanted mood, thy spirit ebbs away to whence it came; becomes diffused through time and space; like Cranmer's sprinkled Pantheistic ashes, forming at last a part of every shore the round globe over.

from Moby-Dick; or, The Whale, Herman Melville, 1851

#herman melville #Moby-Dick #btw the Moby-Dick tag appears to be blocked?#There's nothing there...