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nowhere else on the internet can you get content like this

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sometimes you have to let certain feelings just pass through you. you feel it, then you let it go. you don’t hold on and you don’t act on it. it’s just visiting you for a moment and doesn’t have to mean much more

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The Watcher by Kez Laczin

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i dont think any of you understand how important i am to the plot

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they can smell wolf mommy from a mile away 😎

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like to charge, reblog to cast <3

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99.99% of rap haters have never even listened to rap. or if they have it's like one gangsta rap song & they treat the genre as a monolith and act like it's representative of every rap song ever. and well of course they are also just racist

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*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

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To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

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To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

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To put it very bluntly.

You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.

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Lady Knight

By Lion Illustration

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my grandma just tried to pronounce blorbo to ask me what it means.

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That Smell

Cellica takes the shot glass between her fingers and throws her head back with it. She curtly plops the glass back down, a melancholic look passing across her face. She was bored.

Her mind wandered as her tongue fidgeted with a fang. "I dunno why I even come to this place," she muttered.

The dissociation sets in while the alcohol hits her blood stream, but she's pulled back to reality very suddenly by a smell. Somebody had brought in some sort of rank cologne, she considered, but it made the fur on the back of her neck tingle.

Kenia shuffled in nervously with a group of friends, shaking the rain off of her umbrella and jacket. She glanced around, taking stock of the establishment. Making a quick note of the creatures surrounding her made her feel more at ease in a situation she had always found oddly anxiety-inducing. Nothing out of the ordinary, she thought, but her focus shifted suddenly to the bar. A tall, stocky doggirl with several asymmetric piercings lining each ear sat hunched over the bar, several empty stools on either side of her. She wore an aged jacket covered in roughly-attached patches and pins.

As she moved with her friends to the corner table, she continued to eye the dog. She wasn't sure why she was so curious, but the dog definitely had an attractive body, so she didn't give it too much thought. But she stopped in her place when the dog suddenly reached her paws up high to stretch her back. The shape of her body even more pronounced now, Kenia felt her heart flutter. "Damn, she's SO fine!" she mumbled viscerally. Her friend notices the awkward stare and nudges her to keep following the group to the table. She nods and grabs her friend's hand to follow, giving one final quick glance to the bar.

Cellica grabbed and downed the next round the bartender has slid in front of her, letting out an annoyed sigh. Probably about time to just head home and pass out, she thought. She had been pathetically leaning over this dirty bar for hours now, and her back ached. Noticing that pain forces her to realize that her head has started throbbing. A dull, constant ache sitting in the back right quadrant of her skull.

"Fucking migraines…" she grumbled, and instinctually reached up her paws and arched her back to stretch the worn muscles. Shockingly, she also let out the tiniest little whimper as some of the pains in her spine took her by surprise.

Her face turned red, and her stony demeanor softened for a moment. Her eyes darted back and forth to see if anyone noticed. Nobody had, or so she thought.

For just a moment, it seemed like time stopped. Did she actually hear that, or was it just her imagination? As time began to slowly creep forward, she sees the dog's head turn to look around. She finds her body failing to keep up with the now-quickening rate of time. Her right toe snags against her left, and gravity claims her center of mass. She will tumble into her friend shortly, and as the rest of her body starts to react to the fall, her eyes can't help but stay on the dog, who has now locked startled eyes with hers.

Cellica's nostrils flared. There was so much to process in this moment, seeing this girl bowl over her friend, and hearing the others in the group laugh at the gaff. The color of the girl's eyes when they had locked with her own. The way her curly hair fell on the smooth skin of her bare shoulder. The little cats dangling from her ears. But more than anything, that smell.

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Affini: “I got that dog in me”

The trans fem puppy girl that’s wrapped around her core and won’t let go: “hmph”

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the phantom of the opera and the hunchback of notre dame? opposite ends of same spectrum