We know Joe, we know.
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i just reread after races again. you write the best lestappen smut and probably the best sex scene ive read (chap 7)
Given how much exquisite Lestappen porn exists, I take this as the highest compliment 🫶
My 👏 favorite 👏 Naruto 👏 character 👏 is 👏 Sakura 👏 and 👏 nothing 👏 will 👏 change 👏 that 👏
I will never understand how people can shit all over her even though she crawled her way up from nothing. She was bullied, she struggled, she grew, adapted, and SHE WASN'T AFRAID TO SHOW HER EMOTIONS. I'm sorry but as someone who went through similar issues growing up, I relate to her and appreciate seeing someone like me become successful. Just because she cries, doesn't have a "tragic" backstory, and isn't written as having God-like power doesn't mean she is weak. Like who TF said that was okay??? You don't have to like her, but what's the point in tearing her accomplishments down??? If you do that to anime characters I don't even wanna know what you're like to real people and their growth
low key might start watching SVT//FOE for Toffee????
They are so vi and jinx
𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝑜𝓇 @rafacls
in the midst of such chaos, it was nice to find a moment of relaxation. growing up with four siblings, he’s become accustomed to knowing when to intervene and when to leave well alone. and today is the latter of the two. eliot finds himself retreating to habits formed as a child, sketchbook in hand as he sits in amongst the plants in the greenhouse; taking solace in their stillness as he sketches the outline of the flower on a cactus. until he catches sight of a figure standing across from him and his eyes narrow in recognition, “i know you,” he muses aloud to them. as if the memory of their meeting in the greenhouses before blindfolding them could be easily forgotten. “from that,” he’s careful with his choice of words, unable to suppress a grin. “guest lecture last week, right?”