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x-heesy · 1 month
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​„ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ“
Vo̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Pư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ 🤮
https://youtu.be/dJBL164gP3o?si=qYGiyLqeGXtH5BOU
You Disgust Me by J Majik, Wickaman
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mind--funeral · 2 years
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DICTATOR! #dicktator #diktator #dictature The first basic law of the dictatorship will be enacted today. https://twitter.com/IlanShiloah/status/1627560332821508096?s=20 (hier: Knesset Israel) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co4rdjCMILa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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coollonniestarr · 9 months
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(via The Mindless Praetorian Blog: Trump Conspirators' Secret SHADOW GOVERNMENT in Exile Revealed)
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hot 🇹🇷 🔥 🇹🇷
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ridenwithbiden · 1 month
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fluff-e-boy · 17 days
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Spreading my mcdonald cat virus to my friends
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The store is quickly running out of fries
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lgbtally4ever · 5 months
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nyaskitten · 5 months
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its so funny that the literal incarnation of evil is less evil to me than the facist dictator and the guy who killed his people to lie and control them better.
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x-heesy · 1 month
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Vo̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Vo̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Vo̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Vo̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ v̷̛̼̣͍͈̮̉̾͗̄̋̉̄̀̄o̵̳̞̖̖̩̻̩̎̍̓́t̵͎̳̠̏͐͒͆̐e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝
Pư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Pư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Pư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ Pư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝ p̸͎̝̲̬̗̳̺̥͗͌̑̽͑̍̈͒ư̵̛̞̙̩͔̭̠̅̈́̊͆͝ķ̴̢̨̻̲͖͋͌̏͛̕e̵̯̞̎̈́̀͑̂̓̽̕͝
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MINORS DNI
“Hello, kitten.”
Mack’s hand rests on the small of your back, snaking around your waist before his arm is fully around your waist, pulling you close. You let out a noise of surprise, alarmed at his openness while you’re both still working.
“Mack, what are you doing? Not now.”
He scoffs, tightening his hold on you.
“Daddy has needs, and you are going to fulfill those needs. Aren’t you, kitten?”
You try to push him away, which only makes him growl. He kisses your neck, tugging down the neck of your shirt to make a mark on your pulse point.
“Did you forget who owns you? Does daddy’s kitten need a reminder?”
A groan slips past your lips as you squirm, him easily lifting you off the ground to carry you into a nearby closet, locking the door behind the two of you. Only Mark would be able to open it, but he’s down in the warpcore for today. Still doesn’t mean that others won’t hear you…
His free hand slips down your chest, unzipping your coveralls and letting them pool on the ground. He moans as he sees the sight of you, pressing you against the wall.
“Putting up a fight when you aren’t wearing anything at all? Really thinking that daddy was gonna fuck you today. Maybe that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it, kitten?”
“You stole my clothes, you fucker-”
The words are barely out of your mouth when you feel a slap to your thigh, causing a yelp from you.
“That’s not how we talk, is it? Now, are you going to be good?”
“Fuck you-”
“Gladly.”
Your tank top is the next to go, him deciding to use it to bind your hands together behind your back. As you’re pressed against the cold of the metal wall, you start to fight back a bit more, but his sheer size makes it difficult to get any leeway. You feel his thigh push between yours, still fully clothed. A gloved hand comes up and wraps around your neck, forcing you to look up with a brief squeeze.
“You are gonna ride daddy’s thigh so you get nice and wet for him, understood? Daddy thinks his little slut needs a bit of time without his cock first.”
He pushes his thigh upwards, the rough fabric brushing against where you’re most sensitive. You want to resist, and you try, until both of his hands go to your hips, guiding you to hump his thigh. His grip is firm, the cold leather sending a chill up your spine as he shifts your hips, pulling the first proper moan from your lips as your clit begins to feel that friction. Mack grins, noticing the wet spot that’s growing on his thigh.
“That’s it, needy little whore. Only daddy can make you feel good, isn’t that right? Everyone thinks the captain is in charge, but the captain is just a slut for their head engineer, free for him to use when he wants. I could’ve had you bend over that center console, facing the door so everyone could see how well you take me. Because that’s what you need.”
Your legs begin to shake as he’s been increasing his pace while he talks, one finger beginning to rub at your clit with vigor. Your moans are desperate as your head swims, mouth hanging open as you lean back against him.
“D-daddy-”
“That’s right. Just me in your thoughts. Shame that such an intelligent brain was wasted on a couple of holes for me to use.”
The words are growled into your ear, a mark bitten into your neck to match the one from before. When his teeth sink in, your coil releases and you cry out for him. He works you through your high, before lowering his thigh and admiring the mess you made.
“Has daddy’s slut earned his cock? Or maybe he should leave you in here to fuck later, like a proper toy…”
“Pl-ease- da-dd-dy-”
“Good girl.”
You’re flipped around, and he steps back to undress. The thigh of his coveralls is soaked, sending a heat to your cheeks before you look back up at his face. Mack smirks as he frees his cock, giving you a show of stroking it before approaching again. His coveralls and boxers are discarded first, then his turtleneck.
“What are you?”
“...da-addy’s kit-ten…”
“And what do good kittens do?”
“...ta-ake dadd-y’s cum-m…”
“Good girl. Spread your legs.”
You lean back against the wall, spreading your legs. His fingers glide over you, setting off your sensitivity before he slips two inside, pumping into you briefly before pulling out. He inspects your wetness for a moment, giving it a small lick before he holds his fingers to your lips.
“Suck.”
Mack’s fingers are pushed into your mouth as you groan, sucking on them as he hikes you up the wall. His other hand grips your ass tightly as he lines himself up, sinking into you gradually. Once he’s fully seated inside you, he removes his fingers, moving them back to your clit.
“Be a good little kitten and take all of daddy’s cum, won’t you?”
“Ple-ease- I ne-ed it-”
“Yes you do, good girl.”
He moves you, fucking himself with you. The smooth metal behind you helps with the movements, allowing you to just focus on his dick in you, and his touches. You try and keep your moans quiet, but one shift of his hips and you’re seeing stars. Your forehead goes to rest against his chest, muffling your pleads and whimpers with his skin. Mack just chuckles, picking up his pace.
His mouth moves up and down your neck, painting you in hickeys and bites. With every bounce as he fucks your cunt, it feels like you tighten around him just that much more. He’s thick, grazing against everything and more, all while nailing your most sensitive spot. “...g- go-nna cu-um-”
“Go ahead, kitten. You’ll get what you want.”
An excited squeal slips from your mouth, giving into all the pleasure. You tighten around him and he growls, the fingers on your clit beginning to go faster, playing you perfectly as you cum, hard and messily. You scream out his title, no longer remembering nor caring about who hears you. He’s all you need, and will provide everything you crave. A few more pumps, and you feel the warmth spreading inside you, continuous and filling.
“Small thing, you’re going to fill up before I’m empty…”
You whine, wanting it all. You earned it. You need it.
He stops when it starts flowing out onto your thighs, unable to fuck more into you. Mack keeps you on his cock as he thinks, enjoying you keeping him warm while keeping you full. Eventually he pulls out, frowning at how much spills out of you as he lowers you to the floor. On your knees, you look up, seeing that he’s still on the edge, not quite done.
“Enjoy your treat, kitten. Daddy can’t let any of it go to waste.” Your mouth is around him in an instant, and his cum begins to get fucked into your throat. “There we are, just as you should be. Daddy’s little cumslut.”
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crane--here · 2 years
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remembers that crane is afraid of scarecrows and falls to my knees
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vzm · 2 years
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blind taste test to determine if the pronouns of someone with a dick dictates the taste
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geezerwench · 1 year
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DeSantis’ Reedy Creek board says Disney stripped its power – Orlando Sentinel
Disney has hamstrung dick-tater DeSantis and his punitive Florida Man board.
🤣🤣🤣
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kariachi · 1 year
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Brain currently on daemon au stuff (it refuses to really focus on anything but this SV one-year-community-center challenge I’m winging and so is flitting between shit and also not giving words) namely the majority of OV.
Because in my daemon au shit if Kevin and Gwen are together at all they break up at the end of Showdown. Not pretty-like either, there’s ‘you come near us again at your own risk’ threats from Annelie. And this changes some shit. Mostly in the form of Kevin and Annelie being in the area to be in the show more, either on their own or with Argit and Susi, but also they exist in the area during Catfight. And whether Rad and Iunsva are needed to give our main fuckers a lift in the Anur arc really comes down to how you’d want to write it.
But the big question is- how long does Charmcaster’s shit last? Because her not having the easy trap for Gwen just means if she wants to snatch her up (and if she didn’t she wouldn’t have) she’ll have to put a bit more time and effort into it than holding a car hostage. So that adds some time. But also, Gwen and Llyr are alone at college in this universe. There’s nobody to immediately make calls and raise the alarm. So how the fuck long are they held captive with the guys before somebody 1) notices they’re missing, 2) raises the alarm, 3) figures out what’s going on, and 4) actually helps them escape?
Fuck, you’d need a Gwen-focused arc just because it’s more likely they and the guys would save themselves before anyone else could manage.
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I hope I don’t wake up to WW III tomorrow
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