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kiwisorbet · 4 months
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Twilight Princess Link in a cowboy hat is real I drew him
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ivyithink · 2 years
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ha, try escaping this*
*care, affection and love of friends and family
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limited-hero · 10 months
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Chapter 3 page 10-11
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1d1195 · 1 year
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Get Used to It
Her best friend curled her hair. She listened carefully and looked at their reflection in the mirror as she styled her expertly. She was kind about her endless chatter with pre-date nerves. There was nothing but sweet smiles for her friend. She was happy. It seemed like everyone in the group was. It made sense. Harry was the perfect guy, and she deserved a perfect guy.
Warnings: poor self-image, mean friends
She was all jazzed because Harry finally noticed her. After admiring him from afar, he finally wanted to go on a date with her. It took months of hanging on the sidelines patiently—peripherally hanging out with him in a group so often their friend group had swelled to twice the size. But finally, through the grape vine, he got her number asking to meet up with him one-on-one.
So, he was on his way.
Her best friend curled her hair. She listened carefully and looked at their reflection in the mirror as she styled her expertly. She was kind about her endless chatter with pre-date nerves. There was nothing but sweet smiles for her friend. She was happy. It seemed like everyone in the group was. It made sense. Harry was the perfect guy, and she deserved a perfect guy.
“Where’s he taking you?” She asked.
“Uh...just that new bar and tavern down the way,” she answered. “It looks cool, it’s got live music but it’s not in your face, so we’ll be able to talk and stuff.”
She nodded. “Good, that’ll be nice to get to know him more,” she said softly. “I can’t wait to hear about him, he seems cool,” she murmured around a bobby pin stuck between her lips. Her thumbs danced across her phone screen. She scoured the menu and looked over the texts from him. Her eyes were dreamy looking, anxiously awaiting his arrival.
There was a knock on the door. “I have purses!” Sarah’s voice rang through the halls. It was a group effort to get this date going.
“Harry’s not going to care about purses,” she snorted pinning strands of hair to her head.
“Shh,” she hushed. “Thank you, Sarah,” she said to her reflection.
*
Harry knocked on the door of the apartment number he read from his text messages. He saw Sarah’s car out front, so he knew he had the right building. He took a deep breath. There was no way to deny the nervousness he felt. He didn’t know her well. She was there at all their friend gatherings, and he thought she was stunning. Her laugh made the whole room fade away and all he could see was her. It was like having tunnel vision, and she was the light at the other end. It took him a while to ask Sarah for her number. He didn’t want to seem eager or weird. Plus, he was enjoying admiring from afar. She was already a great muse for his free writing. She was pretty, kind, and funny. There was so much more he wanted to know about her, and he was nearly vibrating as he waited outside the door.
Sarah answered the door with a cheery voice. “Hi Harry! We’re just working on the finishing touches,” she smirked letting Harry into the apartment. “She’s very excited,” she whispered to him with a wink.
“Good, me too,” he said with a grin that could make any girl swoon. Sarah was happily taken so she was used to Harry’s dimples and essentially unaffected by his cute charms. But there was no denying it was adorable that he was excited to be dating one of her friends. “Thanks for getting her number,” Harry said appreciatively. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”
The two girls appeared from down the hall. The smell of freshly applied perfume radiated before them. They were giggling at something said and Harry’s jaw dropped.
Shit.
Harry realized he was going to have to marry her.
While the girl was beautiful, she wasn’t the one Harry had been looking to go out with. Her friend was styled and beautiful, her hair curled to perfection. It was clear she spent a long time picking out the dress to wear. Her makeup was flawless—even Harry could tell.
Out of sheer awkwardness he considered spending the rest of his life with her.
“Hi Harry,” she said sweetly. “Ready?”
He pressed his lips together and nodded. He felt completely deflated and couldn’t show it. “Have fun,” the sweet girl said cutely as she and Sarah fell to the couch. Harry’s heart fluttered and he kept his eyes on the ground. He knew if he looked at her it would be over. His eyes turned into hearts at the sight of her. The mere thought of her had his heart palpitating against his ribs. How did Sarah not know? It was obvious who’s number he wanted!
Wasn’t it?
Maybe it wasn’t. How could he have been so stupid?
The poor thing was going to hate Harry because he was an idiot.
Biting his lip, he gestured for her to exit the shared apartment and head for the parking lot.
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Sarah had put on a movie to pass the time while they waited for the debriefing that would take place after the date. Meanwhile, she was in the kitchen popping popcorn when the door slammed open followed by a stream of expletives of “Fucking save it! You’re a dick!”
“Whoa,” Sarah whispered jumping up from her seat to reach for her friend and calm her down.
“Hey, what happened?” She asked nervously. It had only been five minutes, if that. “How come—”
“Did you do it on purpose?” She shouted, storming into the kitchen. Dumbfounded, she gaped at her trying to process that she was yelling at her. Her friend was back from her date, and she didn’t know what happened at all but somehow, she was to blame? That didn’t make sense.
“Love!” Harry called breathlessly from down the hall. The hurried footsteps echoed to their apartment.
“Did you!?” She repeated.
“Love,” Harry repeated reaching for her as he hurried through the threshold. She stepped away from Harry immediately. Her face was red and hot. Where her makeup was once pristine, it now looked blotchy around the eyes. Tears mangling the perfect contour and lashes the three of them had put together over the last two hours.
“Well?!”
“M-me?” She asked nervously holding the bowl of popcorn like her life depended on it. Her face contorted in confusion. Nothing about this exchange made sense. Why was she angry? Why was she angry at her?
“Yeah, you,” she snarled. “You knew I liked him.”
“What are you—” Sarah started.
“He wants to date you. You, of all people,” she was approaching shrieking levels. The popcorn bowl almost slipped from her fingers. Her chest felt like it was burning. Like a volcano about to burst. Tears stung the back of her eyes. She could see the hatred in her best friend’s eyes. She knew what was coming. She had been whispered about and talked about behind her back, she was sure of it. “You’re not even—”
“Love, please,” Harry begged. He could see where it was headed as well. “It’s my—” She couldn’t even look at Harry. If she did, it would be more fuel to her anger.
Plus, she might actually cry that Harry had, in fact, noticed her all this time.
“—we’re like the same level of attractiveness. Everyone knows it! You don’t even—”
Her face felt like it melted right off the muscle. She looked at the bowl of popcorn as if it was interesting. As if she didn’t feel like she didn’t get punched in the gut by the one friend she adored so much. She tuned her voice out instantly. If she listened, she would fall into a pit of self-loathing and self-hatred that would very well last until her death. She had heard the whispers and stares before. Boys like Harry didn’t fall for girls like her.
“Christ, love, stop!” Harry hurried to end the onslaught of insults directed at the girl he wanted to date. He couldn’t listen to them all. It was horrible. There was a comment about her weight and her skin; her boring personality and neurotic tendencies were all too pointed and horribly mean. It was too much for Harry. The poor girl. This only solidified how much he didn’t want to date her friend. The poor thing was upset, sure. But that was no reason to insult someone you consider a best friend. Harry was appalled and he felt horrible for the sweet girl who was none of the mean things she said. “It’s my—"
“Jesus,” Sarah said. “Go,” she said to the angry girl and shoved her toward the hallway. The sound of her anger resonated in the door slamming. The air felt exceedingly hot in their apartment. It was uncomfortable. “Love,” Sarah whispered softly. “I’m—I’m so sorry,” she rushed out. “I...”
“It’s fine,” she answered quietly. “It’s not your fault. It was an honest mistake.”
“I should have asked.”
“No one in their right mind would have asked,” she shook her head understandingly. She knew it. There wasn’t a scenario in which she wasn’t right. Of course, Harry would want to date her beautiful (ex) best friend. He was beautiful and she was beautiful. It made sense. “It’s okay,” she said. She put the bowl on the counter, and she put her hands in front of her uncomfortably wringing her fingers together. Her eyes didn’t move from the floor.
She felt like she might implode. Sarah was staring at her with such pity. She couldn’t even look at Harry who maybe was the only one just as uncomfortable as she was in that moment. “I’ll check on her...” Sarah whispered.
“Tell her I’m sorry,” she said staring at the tiled ground. Sarah would not be apologizing for her—there was nothing to apologize about. She was mean to her best friend and that was that. Sarah would calm her down but there wasn’t a world in which she deserved an apology.
As one of her best friends, she had no choice but to believe that Harry was perfect for her. But she wished with everything in her that she could be the one that boys looked at and asked friends for her number. She wished and wished that Harry was perfect for her.
And apparently, all this time, he was looking at her.
“Are you okay, kitten?” Harry whispered softly.
She felt her skin warm at his sweet question. She nodded, keeping her gaze away from him. “You... wanted my number?” She asked.
“Yes,” he said immediately, firmly. “Very much so,” he whispered. Her heart skipped a beat and she wished she could look at him and remember this moment. His voice was so gentle, and she wanted to see his face. “M’sorry this—"
She shook her head. As soon as Harry left, she would cry until her eyes were red and hurt. But she couldn’t do it now. Not in front of him. He was so lovely and handsome; it would kill her to be sad in front of him. “I think you should go.”
There was a prolonged silence before Harry answered quietly. “...Yeah.”
Neither of them moved. She sniffled. “Fuck,” she whispered.
“Kitten,” Harry repeated. His voice sounded distraught. “I’m so sorry,” he wanted to reach out, touch her face and hold her close to him.
“You need to go,” she said again. “Please,” she begged.
“I know, but love, I—”
“Harry, please,” she sniffled again, and she pressed a hand to cheek to swipe the tears away. “It’s whatever...thank you. Seriously,” and that she was serious about. The mere idea that he wanted her number was enough to set her heart straight even though her best friend hated her. There were a million things that had to be dealt with in that moment. Harry liking her wasn’t one of them. It couldn’t even place in the top five—as much as she wanted it to.
“Kitten, m’so sorry,” he whispered. “She’s wrong—”
“Harry, please. I don’t want to—” she inhaled shakily and pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Please just go,” she pleaded.
Harry didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay and get to know her better. Particularly in that moment he wanted to comfort her from the insults that were wrongly and falsely hurled at her. “Kitten, I don’t wanna leave you—”
“Harry, I would love for you to stay, but she hates my guts right now. I...I’m going to need to move out and there’s a hundred things I have to do and hanging out with you cannot be one of them.”
Harry bit his lip. This was so fucked up and it was all his fault. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “M’sorry. I’ll go.”
She let tears fall down her cheeks and she swallowed the hundreds of emotions threatening to escape her lungs in one giant scream. “Thank you.”
*
Harry had to return to his apartment where Niall was watching a football game on TV. “She didn’t like you?” Niall smirked.
“Ni,” he shook his head. “It was so bad,” he told him.
Niall turned to look at his friend whose hair was disheveled from tugging and pulling his hand through it for the last twenty minutes. His skin looked pale, and he simply didn’t look like the excited friend Niall saw leave the apartment just under an hour ago. “You look like you saw a ghost.” Harry sat in one of the armchairs in the room and he hung his head. He explained the whole scene. Every detail. Every insult. “That’s fucked up,” Niall blinked in surprise. “Poor thing.”
Harry nodded. He was still speechless and unsure of what to do. “I wanted t’see her,” he murmured.
“I know,” Niall answered. “Maybe let things cool off a bit,” he shrugged.
Harry nodded again. There wasn’t much else he could do.
*
Harry wanted to know how long he had to let things cool. He wanted to see her the very next day and he was lucky he had work and classes to distract him, or he might have marched right back to their apartment. The guilt wracked him totally and completely. She lost her best friend and Harry was at fault.
Maybe she shouldn’t have been her best friend—and Harry did her a favor, but it was still going to hurt her, and Harry knew that it would hurt for a while. Fortunately, as he was exiting his class, he saw Sarah. “Sarah!” He shouted.
People turned to look at him like he was crazy. She shook her head and kept walking. “Harry, I’ll be late,” she said when he hurried to her side. “I don’t have time for this. There’s a lot—”
“Sarah, please,” he begged. “I’ll walk with you.”
“It’s all the way across campus.”
“I don’t care.” She sighed and shrugged. Harry fell in step beside her. “Is she okay?”
“Which one?” She snorted.
He exhaled deeply. “Sarah.”
“She’s fine. She’s moving out as soon as she can. Just needs to find a place. It’s hard when it’s mid semester.” Harry wanted to let her move into his place with Niall immediately. “Why didn’t you tell me who’s number you wanted?”
“I thought y’knew, Sarah! It was obvious t’me that I couldn’t stop staring at her every time we were all out.”
Sarah sucked her lip into her mouth. That was true. She didn’t know. It was an assumption, a horrible, cruel assumption. “I’m sorry,” Sarah whispered.
“S’not your fault,” he sighed dragging his hand through his hair again. “Can I please have her number?”
She snorted. “Harry, you can’t be serious.”
“I have t’talk to her,” he mumbled. “Sarah, she’s not any of those things she said. I want to see her. She’s lovely and she deserves to know that,” he told her.
“Harry she’s been screwed over so many times being friends with her. She’s always overlooked by guys and she’s so hard on herself. This broke her heart worse than all that. This was her best friend.”
“I know.”
“You seriously want to insert yourself into this,” she said.
“Sarah, I...” he swallowed. “I really like her.”
Sarah stopped walking amongst all the others hurrying to class. She stared at Harry. “You cannot break her heart.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
*
The car ride was quiet as can be. The music was softly playing—some gentle playlist Harry made to relax at night or while he was studying. It seemed fitting to use it with her when he wanted to keep it light and airy between them. “This new place has a bunch of comfort food on the menu,” he said. “Supposed to be really good.”
She smiled nervously. “Yeah, I looked it up, it looks good.”
Harry’s heart was thrumming anxiously but he was so happy she agreed to see him. It took a lot of texts and several weeks—especially since she had to find a new place to live. But her new roommate seemed nice. They weren’t the best of friends but that was okay.
“Love,” he said gently.
“Yeah?” She whispered. It was amazing how quickly she responded to the sweet name for her. Her face felt hot.
“You look beautiful.”
Now her face was hot. “Thank you,” she said softly. “You look great. You always do.”
He smirked. “Thank you, kitten.”
There was a comfortable silence again. It felt easy. Harry remembered when he was little and asking his mum all about love when he would know. Most people think it’s about butterflies—and it is. But eventually, you’ll find the butterflies stop and you’ll just feel warm and safe.
He never understood that. He was always too young and too quick to fall for a girl.
Except now he was sitting next to someone that made him feel warm and at ease. He cleared his throat despite the comfortable silence. He wanted to talk to her, and it seemed like a long time to go without talking on a date anyway. “I know s’a bit awkward...d’you like your new roommate?” He asked.
“Mmm...I don’t think we’ll be best of friends. But she’s very nice.”
“That’s good. Y’deserve t’be surrounded by people who are nice t’you.”
She felt flushed again. “It’s...it’s really nice to be going out with you.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded. “I’m very happy you asked me out,” she whispered it like it was a secret. “I’m not usually noticed.”
“Love, you’re the only one I noticed,” he assured her. He reached over and squeezed her knee gently before returning his hand to the steering wheel. “I feel horrible ‘bout the last time I saw you, but...” he shook his head and smiled. “I can’t take my eyes off you,” he promised.
She smiled at her lap and bit her lip. All the times she was looked over for one reason or another: she wasn’t drinking, she wasn’t skinny, she had a funny laugh, or because she was speaking her mind—they all spun through her head. It broke her heart over and over all those years. She spent nights and nights wondering what was wrong with her. Writing in journals about how she never wanted to be in love because it was too much heartbreak, and she hadn’t even been in love yet.
But here was Harry. Harry with his perfectly coifed curls and his gorgeous smile. His deep slow voice and the gentle squeeze of his hand on her knee. He was first and foremost so kind. He was the only one that followed her lead at dinner in stacking the plates for the waitstaff. Whenever there were Uber’s involved, he always made sure their group of friends had one sober party in attendance. Harry was the first one to check in with someone that wasn’t with the group and always looked for missing items at the end of the night without fail.
He noticed her. When he could have noticed any of the other girls they hung out with and when he nearly went on a date with the wrong girl, he still thought of her.
“This...has never happened to me before.”
“Y’better get used to it, kitten,” he said softly.
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thswrtchdthng · 2 months
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right so
spoilers for TMAGP ep 1 (yes I tagged it but just in case)
I'm not thinking much about Lena
I'm not thinking much about Gwen
yknow who I am stuck thinking about?
the mod of that website (couldn't catch the name, the one where they talked about the Institute)
1) they give me the exact same spoopy vibes I got the 1st time I heard Elias's name back in the day (I need to tell tumblr that story one day, I'm still proud of that)
2) the way they...expressed themselves brought back memories
so yeah idk who that mod is and they may never appear again (tho I'm sure they will at some point) but they've given me the most of the vibes I was looking for as of yet.
3) listening to redcanary's part of the convo I kept thinking that they'd found the Panopticon (maybe cause I was still thinking about it from my test lmao). and then I heard the whole "canaries should stay above ground" thingy and my 1st immediate thought about that was how did the mod know that?
this might just be me going insane in the brain (probably) but I think I just found our babygirl
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cellarinovi · 10 months
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In this Finnish article an expert from the eating disorder foundation (Syömishäiriöliitto) is talking about the fact that even if the LGBTQ community tends to be increasingly well represented in the Eurovision these days, different body types aren't.
”Even if he (Käärijä) also goes in the slender and slightly muscular body type, he's not overtly trimmed. He has his surgery scars on show and has a regular person's body."
So yeah, it's amazing how un-used to people are seeing regular bodies on stage and TV and hope it's going to slowly change now.
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w0lfie-drawz · 5 months
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The newest addition to the Apple Sleep Experiment came out yesterday. It was so good, all the art was very well made.
Now, it's time to talk about the thing that annoyed me.
All the Twilight hate. They say that it's her fault for all the deaths or her fault for Starlight's. No, it absolutely was not her fault. The only one to blame when it comes to murder is the murderer. Twilight can be blamed for lying. That was a shit thing to do. But would you rather trust a liar or a murderer? Twilight didn't deserve all the shit that happened to her, and that is going to happen to her. Applejack made those choices. She did those things. Twilight gave Applejack a very clear warning, and Applejack ignored it. It was wrong of her to lie and throw Applejack under the bus, I'm not saying she's completely perfect. It's clear that Twilight is trying to do better. She is now going to be one of Applejack's victims. Which is Applejack's now conscience choice.
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baeddling · 2 months
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the originator of the term "transmisogyny" originally intended it to apply to both trans masculine and transfeminine people (in different but equally problematic ways), and resents that the term has lost all meaning out of context and turned into fight over which kind of trans person is more oppressed (as tragically often happens in minority spaces, usually to stunt our progress), or the idea that trans people of different kinds oppress each other in any meaningful way. i think the creation of the term transmisandry is the most recent awful step further in this direction. a damn shame.
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marsconer · 1 year
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THE SNAPE GANG ( mar’s version )
- two members were made up by me
- they are all girls because our boy has big only guy in a girls friendgroup
- argue with the wall
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severus snape, finn wolfhard :
slytherin, obviously, the half blood prince himself. big neurodivergent, probably autism. has a lot of emotional walls that his friends either work around or smash it with chaotic energy. he was the last addition to their little group and totally not on his own volition. he was dragged here by penelope gaunt but he didn’t have much else do to on this friday night vibes. just straight up feral cat vibes. love him .
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penelope gaunt, mackenzie foy :
slytherin. my personal take on a spawn of voldemort, placed on the marauders era. penelope, poor sweet girl, she’s a slytherin and she accepted very early in life she will never scape her fathers claws. she bonded with severus in their second year due to having daddy issues and she dragged him to places when lily dropped him for good ( and with good reason. we don’t do excuses for our boy here ) but they had a similar fallout when severus got his dark mark.
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aurora sinistra, lovie simone :
ravenclaw. you know, you love her. she’s our resident smartass and star girl. she takes no shit, she’s gay, she’s intellectually inclined and curious and a bit of dark academia icon. she was born in a muggle town really close to hogwarts and spent ten years of her life telling everyone about the castle on the hill while no one believed her.
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cassandra duarte, jenna ortega :
slytherin, an exchange student from castelobruxo with an unusual approach to magic itself and a talent for divination and herbology, specially herbs. cassandra arrived at the school on fifth year and missed her homeland, trying to the dictatorships aplenty of south america in the 70s and ending up in another war, she broke off with her house and friendship and joined the order of the phoenix. her bond with severus and aurora was based on being a big brain bad bitch who really liked exploring the exploring magic itself. snape had his spells, aurora had her star and cassandra has tarot, herbs and tea leaves.
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charity burbage, zoe colletti :
hufflepuff. the future co-worker and a surprising ray of sunshine and colors and glitter in a sea of ironic, bookworms, lovers of all things dark and gloomy. charity is not the kind of person you would expect to get along with the rest of the group but she works and they all work together. she’s severus hugest ride or die, even in their adulthood when all the other girlies are a bit distance from the rest and haven’t heard from cassandra since their graduation.
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chirpsythismorning · 9 months
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Milkvans on Twitter < 48 hrs ago: Byler stans HATE El, they just pretend they don’t. At least us milkvans are honest about hating Will.
New tumblr account < 2 hrs ago: El is useless and she should die. Also Will has powers.
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mentalmeles · 2 years
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Two BabyBels and one spicy Bel Pepper be upon you!
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bibannana · 2 years
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Rex *over comms*: Fives I need you to-
Fives *standing directly infront of Rex*: Beep. Fives can't answer his comms right now. Please try again later. Beep.
Rex *annoyed*: Fives don't-
Fives *still standing stock-still*: Beep. If you would like to try again later, please- *hit over the back of the head by Echo*
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thegoodmorningman · 10 months
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You can get used to anything eventually. Good Morning.
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heromonty · 28 days
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connecfork · 1 month
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i found this in my camera roll lol
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vafrosaon · 10 months
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intimacy
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