i have to go grocery shopping, but it has been storming and raining all day, so I have postponing it. Problem: it is getting dark again :’D
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So I fucked up and accidentally became nocturnal
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Sometimes you’ve just got to think of your favorite character getting fucked against a wall to get through the work day.
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waiting for the lady to send me today's kitten photos....
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of course you have red hair and homosexual tendencies
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I like this time of year when the other trees are mostly leafless and you can see little white dots in the hills here and there—the wild cherry trees in bloom ♡
Also is there a softer light than April evening light.
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ooooouugh i LOVE winter nights where the moon is bright and the blankets of snow make everything seem so unnaturally light out !!!
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Solar: Look at this thing.
Solar: *holds up Jack like a cat*
Solar: This thing has not a single thought in its head.
Solar: But this thing is my son.
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thank you to everyone that hopped into the stream even for a bit it was fun :D!!!!
aca miguelito comiendo turrón <3
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I’ve read like 2 fics like this and I need 12 more
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ID: 1a. Nandor, facing the viewer and tenderly holding Guillermo’s left hand up in both of his. Guillermo’s back is primarily to the viewer and Nandor’s red stone pinkie ring is on his left ring finger. Nandor is smiling down at him brightly and asking, “So, you will be my wife?” Guillermo chuckles sort of incredulously, cheeks red, and replies “No, but I’ll be your husband.” 1b. Guillermo slides his arms around Nandor’s waist and pulls him close, kissing at his neck. Nandor links his arms around Guillermo’s shoulders to return the embrace, staring blankly ahead with a smaller smile, clearly taken aback, as he replies, “Oh! …Okay.”
2a. Close up of Nandor looking up into the distance with shining eyes and a silly smile growing on his face as his new fiancé smiles happily, face tucked into his throat. Nandor thinks to himself giddily, “I am the wife…” 2b. In Nandor’s imagination, he sees himself lounging on a chaise, draped in glittering gold bangles, chains, rings, and jewels, skin slick with oils, wearing nothing but pounds of jewelry and a sheer cloth pinned around his hips. One hand raised imperiously and one leg hoisted up, toes pointed, wife Nandor tilts his head back dramatically and calls, “Oh, husband! You have returned from battle! Bring me your penis immediately!” /end ID
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