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this video doesn’t wanna post and i’m so fucking annoyed by it sorry guys. here’s my edit🙄 i was nice the first 3 times i tried watch this one be the one it posts

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these are sick!!

Inktober 2018 (½)

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine Bullet Train (2022) dir. David Leitch

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Skypiea Zoro was a real blessing and I miss it.

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Dear Roxy,

I find myself missing you more and more as the days go on. There are moments when I think about our first encounter. Dad came home one night after work and announced that a litter of kittens was abandoned by the baseball field a town away. I begged and begged all night to be able and have one and eventually my words got through. The next day we took the old purple volkswagon, and shoprite bag in hand, I walked up to the big rock. There you were. My parents told me to pick the cat with the calmest aura. I can’t quite remember if that described you in the moment, but once we locked eyes I knew you were the one. So there we buckled back up and started our adventure back home. You crawled under all the seats during the ride, almost giving mom a heart attack. There is an old photo of the two of us on mom’s blackberry. Its me holding you as you are wrapped up in my HSM towel. I wish that I could find the stupid phone and download it. I still remember that first day you came home. I was sitting up against my headboard as you slept peacefully on my chest. You used to crawl through the tiny hole connecting my room and mom’s closet. Some nights you would venture outside for a couple hours, but you always came back home by morning. I wonder if that’s because you couldn’t live without me or maybe it’s because you somehow sensed how much I needed you. Me and you both know that my childhood wasn’t all peaches and cream. I can vividly recall all the nights I cried with you in my arms. You were my best friend. Sometimes I would lay there with you and image what it would be like to be on our own. I would be 22 and in an apartment in the city and you would be by my side, always. When mom and dad found that bunk bed on craigslist that I just had to have, you were the first one to learn how to climb the ladder. I still have that painting I did of you when I was young. I perch it up next to your urn. A part of me thinks that it’s my fault you died. After we found out about the diabetes, I was the one responsible to give you the medicine. Maybe I injected it wrong, maybe it just wasn’t enough. I can recall days when I was running late and you had to miss a dose. Was it that that made you worse? By the end of your life you were just bone and skin. I was selfish, I didn’t want to say goodbye to you. Who can blame me though, you were the only one that showed me love. It still kills me that they put you down when I was 1200 miles away from home. I was going to come back in 4 days. They could have fucking waited. But I still believe that dad put you down because he didn’t want to inject the medicine. I never got the chance to say goodbye to you like how I wanted to. I made dad get you cremated. I spent 70 dollars on your urn. But when I came back from vacation to see the box the cremation place put you in, the name was misspelled. How could you rip away by best friend and then spell her name wrong?! It makes me so mad to think about. I loved you with everything I had and nobody even knew how to spell your name. I fucking named you and you’d think 10 years with the same name and they’d know how to spell it. But I guess I just need to get it out that I love you and never stopped. Everyone else pretends like nothing happened but I still cry for you everyday. I love you with my whole heart and soul.

Love,

Panini

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When you just want to read fluffs but theres a shit ton of smut of the character:

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Police Academy

I would just close my eyes when it happened and disappear. People deal with pain in a lot of different ways. Some scream, some cry, but I barely ever did any of those things. At first it would give me a physical reaction. My eyes would weld with tears, and small squeals would leave my mouth. But after years of nobody stopping it, I had to learn of ways to cope. So when I would find myself bend over a crate in the closet getting beat up after hours of “police academy” I would just vanish. He would tell me to “be quiet” and “that I needed to learn how to take a punishment” and I would listen to him. There was one time when we all went over to the neighbors house. The kids there were the same age as my younger cousin, which means they couldn’t have been older than 8 years old. He rounded us all in the closet and took us out one by one. It started with us sitting on the bed exchanging small talk, but after about 5 minutes I would be laying there while he whipped me with the nearest object. As I had done so many times before, I stayed silent. He would use me as an example to the other kids, saying that they needed to learn how to toughen up like I had. But behind my pokerface I was just screaming out for it to be over. Sometimes it would last for five minutes, other times felt like hours. I would think about my week at school or the episodes of cartoons I’d seen earlier that day. Anything to keep my mind off the abuse. But at the age of 7 you don’t really understand what’s happening to you. Once, he tied me and my younger cousin up and left us in his room for a couple hours, telling us that if we talked to each other that the knife he had would be put to our throats. So we would jut sit there. There are so many questions I have now. Like how could you do that to not only me but your sister too? And people had to have known. My brother had to have known what was happening to me. Why didn’t anyone stop what was happening? It’s times like these when you just feel so small. And years later I find myself withdrawing from my peers. There will be days where I just go completely m.i.a. Not answering texts or calls, just me in my room with all the blinds closed and all the lights off, huddled in a dark corner like a frightened child. I guess all I can do now is try and forgive, but even that seems impossible to do. So I just push it to the back of my mind, locking it behind a door that will barely get opened. It’s my favorite coping mechanism. 

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bae cooper <3

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ITS A JOSEPH QUINN THING

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Yll welcome ❤Eddie Munson with short hair

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UMM THE STUTTERING??

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no thoughts head empty, only this pic i just saw on tiktok of joe quinn

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my favorite silly little part of my silly little day is when i get to lay in my silly little bed and read silly little eddie munson fanfics to make my silly little brain produce some silly little serotonin

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i don’t like this, chrissy

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he's not even staring at me and i'm already giggling and twirling my hair.. lord i'm down so bad🧎🏻‍♀️

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She’s a 10, but she’s mentally dating Eddie Munson/Joseph Quinn

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THE STAINS || EDDIE MUNSON X READER

Based on that scene in 04x07 with Eddie's mattress 🤭

"Those stains are, uh..." Eddie bit the inside of his cheeks. Nancy and Robin looking at him with their eyebrows arched, not quite sure if they wanted to know. Steve kept staring at the mattress, disgusted and certainly not wanting to know.

"Oh god..." Your hand covered your face, ashamed of what was in front of you. Your cheeks burning after watching your friends' faces.

Eddie's fingers were knuckles deep inside you, his mouth working on your clit as your fingers were knotting into his hair and you begged for more. "Cum for me, sweetheart." He let go of your clit with a pop sound just to go back and suck it even harder. Your back arching as your mouth and throat were dry from all the moaning and crying, your grip on his hair becoming tighter. You let out one loud moan, your legs shaking and squeezing Eddie's head between them. Eddie continued fucking you with his fingers through your orgasm, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you squirted all over the bed, soaking his face and his fingers. "Well done." Eddie praised you as he licked your juices from his lips.

He was sitting behind you, your legs wide open as he fucked you with your dildo. His other hand holding one of your thighs to keep them open. The toy had this part that vibrated against your clit constantly. Your hand went to the back of his head as you rolled your hips against the toy, wanting him to go faster. Your clit throbbed and your walls clenched around the plastic toy, Eddie continued pumping inside you. "I'm gonna- Eddie, I can't hold it." You cried out, wet sounds filling the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You whimpered, Eddie took the toy out of you, enjoying the view of you cumming all over the bed as he hugged you against his body and murmured soothing words into your ear.

"Come on, baby. Cum for me, yeah?" Eddie groaned as he slammed his hips against you. Your legs were on his shoulders so his dick could go deeper inside you, brushing with his tip that sweet spot of you. His lips were on yours, kissing you and swallowing all your sounds. Your back arching and your hands gripping the sheets. "That's it, yeah. Good girl." Eddie said proudly while rubbing your clit nonstop, you soaking his abdomen, his happy trail, his fingers and the sheets with your squirt.

"I don't know what those stains are."