I am utterly absolutely destroyed by the soundtrack for minecraft. Some game where you live in a world of squares has the most heartbreaking, emotional music ever why did they have to do this to me
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Today I woke up and my face is all broken out, my skull feels like it’s dry and hollow in there, and my eyes hurt. Who has my voodoo doll and can you please put her down
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I just see some... drawings. And I am really concerned
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oh no, i sense there will be shippers on the horizon.
what will yours and xavier's ship name be?
maybe something with flowers and stars.
🤭🤭🤭🤭
*buries head in hands*
Make it stop...
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It’s finally fucking done. I present to everyone: LiveVoxReactions to my interactions with this little shit called @lu-lus-duckies .
I do not forgive you for these comments. Neither does Vox.
Blank version for anyone needing a reaction photo! Just pls credit me I spent hours using only one finger on this crap…
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By this point, my cheeks are flushed, and I'm panting like this is the most exercise I've gotten in months - knowing me, it probably is.
I'm so full. My belly has hardly any give to it, packed with my favorite indulgences from the convenience store: a 12-inch sub, mac n' cheese, all of those chocolates and pre-packaged pastries; topped off with a cheesecake frappe.
Before we'd even left for the store, I had gulped down a few bottles of my favorite cider and finished off a friend's when they didn't want to. I'm doing that all the time now, like I'm the official garbage disposal of the friend group. Anytime a portion is too big or too decadent for someone, the plate gets pushed in front of me and I'm putting it in my mouth before I even think about whether or not I'm still hungry, especially if I've had something to drink.
That's beside the point, though. Right now, we're back at your place. I'm tipsy, stuffed to my absolute limit, and grinding on the base of your strap as desperately as you've ever seen me. You won't let me put it inside yet, though, no matter how needy I get. You've got the mouth of the last bottle from the 4-pack pressed against my lips, and I'm not getting fucked until I've drank every last drop.
Did you know that each of those bottles has a cool 200 calories? I try not to think too hard about numbers, but I have to stifle a moan and keep sipping when I consider that I've downed nearly 700 calories from just this little vice of mine today alone.
I had never considered myself much of a social drinker or a party person before we met, so imagine my surprise at looking myself in the mirror and realizing I've got a bonafide beer gut nowadays, sitting pretty over the waistband of my jeans. The thing almost eclipses my view of your strap entirely. I think of that surprise now, when the tip of the toy pokes at the underside of my belly.
We're down to the dredges of the bottle, and I open my mouth for you to empty that last bit down my throat. I'm almost drooling, dizzy at the thought of having earned my prize, and I know just how nice and full I'm about to be.
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i don’t even know what to say because my mouth is dry reading this and I’m screaming holy shit anon this is so wonderful and sexy omfg. not only is it well written but it’s like, all of my kinks.
god, what I wouldn’t give to have an overstuffed, drunk cutie on my lap, grinding desperately against me and waiting to get fucked. and I’d help you through it; rub your aching and full belly so you can fit every last drop. because as much as you want to ride my strap, I want you to just as much.
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“The blood on your hands is something you won’t lose. All you can choose is whose.”
Hey. Hey this line is fucking ruining me. What the fuck. I am so not okay about this god damn musical.
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