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This sht is UNFAIR

Most Beloved AEW Wrestler Tournament 2

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He lost the title to his son, woooooooow 😂

Title Match!

Top Husband Title Match

Jay White (C) vs El Phantasmo

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steal me away

sebastian (stardew valley)/f!reader | read it on ao3 from a young age, you had a distinct presence in sebastian's life. throughout your childhood, your awkward years, your adulthood… you were always there. always with him, only in different forms. wc: 3k tags: grief/mourning, implied/referenced death, very mild sexual content, pregnancy, fluff, more fluff, more fluff

you were five years old when you stole sebastian’s ice cream. he was so close to crying, his bottom lip already quivering and eyes filled with fat tears, but you were quick. swiftly sticking the chocolate scoop into his face, shocking him into silence, you managed to keep the peace. he took turns licking the sweet treat with you, trying to race your tongue to get more ice cream into his belly. robin looked at the two of you from her window, smiling as she witnessed her son finally making a friend. she’d seen you around, always dragging your grandparents around by their sleeves, trying to see everything pelican town had to offer. she knew then that you’d be good for her sebby, that you wouldn’t let him hide behind her again. and she was right, of course.

you dragged him along to play in the sand, to swim when the waves ruined your sandcastles, to pick up cool shells and sea urchins drying by the tide pools. he enjoyed it, despite the slight frown on his face, but even that disappeared when he saw you grin as your small hand held a purple stone, shiny and polished from the relentless water, just for him.

you were nine years old when you stole sebastian’s comic book. he finally got his own room, after two years of pleading with his mother to let him be in the basement, after months of renovations to make it livable, after weeks of calling your grandparents’ landline almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. you walked in, completely awe-struck. it was so cool. it was almost like being an adult, just a step away, right? having your own room so separate from your parents, it practically meant he was his own person to nine year old you. and that was insanely awesome. you wanted to spend every free moment in there, but your grandma wouldn’t let you. instead, you were allowed lazy weekends on his floor, lying on your backs reading books or hanging upside-down from his bed and talking nonsense until you got called for lunch. after the meal, you’d return almost immediately, jumping into the comic book you were reading while sebastian tried to figure out if anything was different with you.

robin had explained to him that you were slowly starting to feel the loss of your parents, you were coming up to the age when all your friends had parents to teach them about life. she’d warned him not to ask you much about them, not to make you feel uncomfortable or sad. robin didn’t want him to hurt you. so he took it seriously, he observed you to see if you got sad, and every time your lips lowered from a smile, he made it his mission to make you laugh again. he pretended to chase you around his room, squealing and giggling as you held his comic book high above your head, thinking you had the upper hand when the boy only wanted to keep you laughing.

you were eleven years old when you stole sebastian’s breath. spending almost every day together, there was no way you wouldn’t discover music together. sebastian got his first phone, and with the old computer that sat on his big, sturdy desk, you browsed the internet and downloaded all sorts of songs to listen to later through his wired earphones. you’d spend evenings just lying in the grass, listening to the whiny boys sing about heartbreak as you pretended it related to you.

oh the pain of being eleven was almost unbearable. but you had the sun setting behind the mountains and the moon casting its silvery light on your faces as you watched shooting stars in the summer. you had the sound of cicadas in the trees and the gentle hum of water. you had each other. you experimented with your appearances then, taking a black eye pencil you begged your grandma to buy you in zuzu city and trying to imitate the guy you saw on sebastian’s computer. it was worth getting poked in the eye, for that month both of you mastered the art of smudged black eyeliner, strutting around the town with your newfound style. sebastian felt his cheeks warm up whenever you’d swoop your fringe to the side, felt his breath hitch when he saw you put on those black and purple fingerless gloves and adjust the studded belt on your jeans before fixing his hair. 

you were fifteen when you stole sebastian’s first kiss. you’d just started going to the saloon the previous year, pretending to be adults with your extended curfew and your first bra. it was a big deal in your house, grandma felt like weeping every time she saw you discard another bloodied pad into the trash. her baby girl’s baby girl, all grown up now. she missed your mom in what had become a constant underlying sadness, pushed down for your sake. but these were the moments she should’ve been here to witness. your first time riding a bike with no training wheels, your first tooth falling out, your first period, first bra, first spot on your forehead that almost hurt when you tried pushing it back where it came from. grandpa baked a cake for every single one of those occasions, throwing himself into the kitchen to avoid facing his own grief.

and sebastian? he kept the habit of observing you whenever you were together. he noticed when your brow would furrow for no apparent reason and poked your cheek occasionally, getting you to talk about music and movies, making plans for your birthday parties and talking shit about all the homework you had to do that week. and it worked. every time it put the spark back into your eyes, making him sigh in relief. your fridays were still spent at the saloon with sam and abby, the four of you weirdos learned how to mess around with the pool table, making up your own rules and causing poor gus to shake his head every time one of you ended up climbing on the edge of the damn thing. it was finally summer, which meant a longer curfew, which meant grandma and grandpa didn’t tell you off when you’d stumble inside the farmhouse way too late for fear of not getting enough sleep on a school night. which meant… the nights were yours. at fifteen, you owned the whole world, you and your friends against the universe.

sebastian had taken up smoking, sneaking a cigarette or two a day to stay on demetrius’ bad side. it almost invigorated him, the fact that he was doing something forbidden. and his exhilaration made your heart beat faster. he walked you to the gates of the farm, stubbing out his last cigarette of the week before bidding you goodbye like always, but one thing made it different. you reached down to hold his hand, hooking your pinky finger around his, and pulled him closer. it took exactly one moment for him to decide it was a good idea, lean in, and accept your kiss. you closed your eyes first, blindly pressing your lips to his. they were sticky from the sugar in your drinks, sweet, and soft as you clumsily kissed. the blush that spread over both your faces was a pretty red color, matching that of your new earrings you’d got as an early birthday gift from your grandparents. reluctantly, you let go of sebastian’s hand and pushed the gate open, disappearing into the farmhouse as he nearly started skipping on his way home.

you were eighteen when you stole sebastian’s virginity. it was a marathon session of solarion chronicles, sam and abby were all but falling asleep at the table in the center of sebastian’s room, the only reason why they lasted that long was to not disappoint the birthday boy. he loved exploring the storyline with his favorite people, snacking on all the shit sam could sneak out of joja’s warehouse without getting into trouble, drinking your grandma’s famous cider. she’d pretended to be annoyed when you’d asked to ‘borrow’ a couple of bottles, but she had known you were responsible enough, and just trying to have some fun in the stretch of time you had before you. you were playing as a wizard that day, casting your last spell to defeat the boss alongside your friends, and the next thing you remember is lifting your head with a spell card stuck to your cheek. there was a blanket thrown over your shoulders, the lights were dimmed a little, and it was surprisingly quiet.

sam and abby had gone home, sebastian said, lifting his gaze from the comic book he had in his lap. you yawned, apologizing for falling asleep, but he waved away your apology, he always had. now that you were alone again, already having checked with your grandparents if it was okay to sleep over at sebastian’s, you could shuffle over to him where his back rested against the bed frame. now that you were alone again, you could straddle his lap and get comfortable with your head against his chest, right before he lifted your chin and kissed you again, kept kissing you until your face got warmer than ever. now that you were alone again, he could wrap that blanket around both of you, pulling you closer against him as you deftly unbuttoned his jeans and yours, moving your hips against his. now, since you were alone again, you could let your voice show him how good it felt when you were entangled in every way, connected with your bodies and souls. and in the morning, after a couple more times of repeating almost the same routine, you woke up in his tight embrace, softly kissing his chest.

you were twenty when you stole sebastian’s heart. he’d thought about it before, but it was a terrifying thing, making a significant step forward. you’d shared everything until that point, so maybe his fears were unfounded, but ever since he was five years old and clutching to his mother’s jeans, he couldn’t stop thinking about the odd girl that came to live with her grandparents at the farm. he couldn’t help but befriend her, though it might be more accurate to say let her befriend him or let her drag him by the hand to wherever she wanted to go. and he loved every day since. even when he’d been a grumpy teenager, even when he’d been overthinking his every choice in life, even when it had fallen upon him to make sure you were okay and didn’t feel ‘inadequate’ for not having a mom to teach you things, when you’d confided in him about a crush or two, when he’d vented to you about his family. you were there for him, had been ever since that day. he’d even forgiven you for that ice cream.

by his twentieth birthday he was more certain in you than anything in his entire life. he’d stopped romanticizing the big city long ago, now only indulging in an occasional trip there with you behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist as he sped along the highway to the viewpoint where he’d put down the picnic blanket and enjoyed the stars with you. and you? you were sure he would stay in your life until the end, the question was whether he wanted the same as you. you’d dreamed about waking together every day, about dancing in the kitchen to the songs on the radio, about raising little void chickens together and riding horses around your grandparents’ farm. you’d even planted a coffee plant together in the greenhouse, jokingly naming it your ‘baby’.

everyone in town saw you for what you were, idiots in love, but nobody was stupid enough to push you into something you weren’t ready for. that night, just before the dance of the moonlight jellies, sebastian hid the bouquet behind his back as you walked over to where he waited for you. he was finally sure, finally ready to grab you and never let you go again. so when he asked, when he extended the hand holding the colorful bouquet, when you screamed in excitement, sebastian could hear his heartbeat echo in his skull. you jumped into his arms, witnesses be damned, and kissed him deeper than ever before. that night, you watched the moonlight jellies while holding hands, you sat on the edge of the dock and leaned against each other, finally feeling like every piece of the puzzle fit exactly right.

you were twenty-four when you stole sebastian’s last name. your grandma was a crying mess. she fussed over the way your veil trailed down your back, tried keeping herself busy so she wouldn’t fall into a pit of sadness again, not on your wedding day. sebastian waited at the altar, the widest grin you’d ever seen plastered on his face. he kissed your cheek when you finally reached him, keeping it chaste for everyone gathered to celebrate your love. the vows were a beautiful song of devotion. you did your best not to spill any tears, glancing over at your grandparents holding hands. sebastian held you close, kissing you for the first time as your husband, taking you through the crowd shouting their congratulations with a gentle hand on your lower back. after the day of performing at being a human for others, you said your goodbye to grandma and grandpa, getting ready to join sebastian in your first ever apartment, away from parents of any kind. you inhaled grandpa’s scent, the herbs mixing with the natural scent of the farmhouse. you’d miss being around them so much, but it was a new chapter of your life, and they were fully behind you, cheering on your every decision.

your mother would be so proud of you, grandma said, i just know she’s looking down and smiling at you. with tears in your eyes, you kissed her working, calloused hands. she cried as you walked into the apartment, turning around to walk back to the farmhouse hand in hand with grandpa, small steps carrying them home. the next morning you danced in the kitchen, you woke up to the smell of coffee and sebastian’s smiling face as he handed you the mug. you were already filling up the place with plants, starting with the coffee plant you’d planted with him in the greenhouse. now it was in a big terracotta pot in the sunniest corner of your living room. you kept stealing, this time not from sebastian but with him. you stole moments in the middle of busy work days, stole kisses when you’d bring him another cup of green tea while he was in online meetings with clients, stole happy giggles from his throat when you’d spend evenings curled up on the couch watching ridiculous movies you’d enjoyed as teens. you made the apartment truly yours.

you were twenty-seven when you stole a part of sebastian, but gave back something better. your belly got a little bigger with each passing week. sebastian’s lips tugged into a wide grin every time he’d catch a glimpse of your slightly awkward waddle through the apartment. it’d been a rough time, with both your grandparents being ill and you not being well enough to help out with the farm. luckily, the townspeople were ready to pick up shifts on the land, learning quickly what it meant to be a farmer. it was hard work, sometimes unforgiving, but the land gave back more than it took. much like you. on a cold wednesday morning, sebastian rushed you to the clinic where a midwife had been called in, almost the entire day spent in pain and anticipation. your husband tried his best to keep you grounded, jumping to your every whim, doing everything he’d read about in the previous months.

that evening, you welcomed a baby girl into this world. she had your eyes, that much was clear. even as exhausted as you were, you could see the similarities between her and your grandma. all the features she’d always told you reminded her of your mother – reflected in your own child. the first stop on the way from the clinic was the farmhouse. a few gentle knocks on the front door got the poorly old man excited like you couldn't remember seeing him. he wiped away tears as you handed him his great-grandchild, cooing at her while sebastian helped out around the house. grandma whispered old lullabies as the baby slept, sending your mind into a sea of nostalgia, reminiscing how you would hear those same melodies when you were little, only arriving at the farmhouse still wondering why your parents weren’t with you. you kissed your grandparents on the way out, ready to introduce your baby into her new home, not knowing the next time you walked into that farmhouse, it would be to make it your own.

you were in your thirties when you stole a small tooth from under your child’s pillow. it was an exciting affair, sebastian was all but giggling as he slid some money to replace the carefully placed tooth. the farm was thriving, now under your skilled hand and the help of a lot of dedicated people, it was a place that gave every day. it was the place that had raised you, let you run around the flower beds and fruit trees while hiding from your grandma when she had wanted to wipe your strawberry-stained face. now the cloth was in your hands. you chased your child around for who knows how long as sebastian was busy preparing dinner. he laughed at the sight of you playing in the orchard, thanking the universe for allowing him this life. you shook your head in faux exasperation, lifting your head up at the sky, silently asking your grandparents to look down and see how you’re honoring their memory. by being you. by being happy.

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No contest 😒😂

Top Husband #1 Contender Tournament

Final Match of Round 2

Drilla Moloney vs El Phantasmo

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So to those who follow me. I apologize for being like.... Radio silent lately.

Brief synopsis of the last 8 months:

Started courses for my bachelor's degree in July 2024. Started new job at the beginning of August (3rd).

Lost said job near the end of September.

Depression began sneaking in for the next 3 months. Physical health took a toll along with mental health. No desire to do anything creative. No writing. No drawing. Nothing. Kept searching for jobs regardless, but with no luck.

Near the end of November, I finally said fuck it and began streaming on twitch because the ONE thing that I did get some enjoyment from was playing games. Still job hunting.

At the end of December I finally got a part time job. In retail 🥺😩

January I began taking 3 courses, along with the part time job and streaming. Big mistake on my part. Left me with hardly time to breathe.

Made affiliate in February 😍

Still looking for a better paying job while working current one.

Mental health is doing better with each new week.

Finally working on art again - slowly. No writing though, just. Drawing stuff.

But yeah. I do get on here from time to time but... Just not too often. Honestly I was skimming the mainpage and I'm a little weirded out by some of the posts? Like, there are... Group discussions you can "join" or something? And all of them scream pre-pubescent children that just want attention? Wtf? Is that really what this app/site is becoming now? Not a fan.

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*dies* .😨😍😍😍

You're welcome for this one, Tumblr.

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Master List #1

Keys:

• Romantic

• Smut

• Platonic

• Angst

• Idk What To Tag It As

• In The Works

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Might Gai:

• Similar

Kankuro Sabaku:

• Desert Lily #1

• Desert Lily #2

• Desert Lily #3

• Desert Lily #4

• Choose #1

• Choose #2

Sakura Haruno:

• Uchiha Love #1

• Uchiha Love #2

Jiraiya:

• Attachment

• Patience #1

• Patience #1.5

• Patience #2

• Patience #2.5

• Patience #3

• Patience #3.5

• Patience #4

• Patience #4.5

Kakashi Hatake:

• Motherhood #1

• Motherhood #2

Shikamaru Nara:

• Our #1

• Our #2

• Our #3

• Our #4

• Our #5

• Our #6

• Our #7

• Friends #2

• [Parts 1 & 3 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

• Shogi Partner #1

• Shogi Partner #2

• Shogi Partner #3

• Shogi Partner #4

• Shogi Partner Prequel #1

• Shogi Partner Prequel #2

Pain/Nagato Uzumaki:

• [Parts 1 - 3 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

• Object #4

• [Parts 5 - 9 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

Itachi Uchiha:

• It Hurts

• I’m Not Clingy #1

• I’m Not Clingy #2

• Tiggie #1

• Tiggie #2

• Tiggie #3

• Birthright #1

• Birthright #2

• Birthright #3

• [Part 4 - 6 Listed Under Fugaku Uchiha]

• [Part 7 & 9 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

• Birthright #8

• Birthright #10

• Birthright #11

Shino Aburame:

• Parasite #1

• Parasite #2

• Hanahaki Disease

• Elegant #1

• Elegant #2

• Outing

• Bruised

Shisui Uchiha:

• Wish

• Crows Breed In The Spring #1

Rock Lee:

• Flower

• Gift

Ino Yamanaka:

• Spitting Image #1

• Spitting Image #2

• [Part 3 - 6 & Prequel Listed Under Gaara Sabaku]

Gaara Sabaku:

• [Part 1 & 2 Listed Under Ino Yamanaka]

• Spitting Image #3

• Spitting Image #4

• Spitting Image #5

• Spitting Image #6

• Spitting Image Prequel

Hinata Hyuga:

• Surveillance

Neji Hyuga:

• Coffee #1

• Coffee #1.5

• Coffee #2

Shikaku Nara:

• Sweet Girl #1

• Sweet Girl #2

• [Part 3 & 4 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

Kakuzu:

• I Hate You #1

• I Hate You #2

• I Hate You #3

• I Hate You Prequel

Hidan:

• Jashin’s Angel

Kiba Inuzuka:

• Want To Be Boxer

• Cats and Dogs #1

• Cats and Dogs #2

• Cats and Dogs #3

• Cats and Dogs #4

• Cats and Dogs #5

Obito Uchiha:

• Little Lady #1

• Little Lady #2

• Little Lady #3

Fugaku Uchiha:

• [Parts 1 - 3, 8, & 10 - 11 Listed Under Itachi Uchiha]

• Birthright #4

• Birthright #5

• Birthright #6

• [Part 7 & 9 Listed Under Multiple Characters (Master List #2)]

Asuma Sarutobi:

• Stretch Marks

• Duckling #1

• Duckling #2

• Duckling #3

Orochimaru:

• Little Mouse #1

• Little Mouse #2

Sasuke Uchiha:

• My Son

Sasori:

• Just a Thought

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PAC-- 😳😳😳😳

😂

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Reblogging to find later ! 💚

If you're an anime fan, Naruto fan, KIBA fan. Like smut? Check these out!

best friends to lovers — werewolf edition!

important content warnings: 18+ MDNI, monsterfucking, friends to lovers, unestablished mating bond, mutual pining, college/modern AU.

pairing: werewolf!bsf!kiba inuzuka/fem!reader

divider credit: cafekitsune

↳ finding peace in the spontaneous wild (26.2k) — when an accidental encounter with your former childhood best friend leads you to agree to a one-night camping trip consisting of just you two, you discover that there’s more to your friendship than initially meets the eye.

↳ a friend, a mate, and all things in-between (22.8k) — after finding out the truth about the role you supposedly play in kiba’s life, you settle on a compromise of taking things slow and seeing where the wind takes you while you’re at it.

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Requested by @callmecaspurr

I appreciate the compliment! I've been having a rough few months and this brightened my day! You look stunning yourself! This screen shot is from when you asked this on my other account @weirdwizardofoz so that’s why it’s here! I’m sorry it took so long, I have a lot going on in my personal life right now but I decided today I would do it since it’s been in my drafts for a few months! It also helped me take my mind off my life! Sorry it’s so short! I hope you like it!

Vincent Sinclair Fluffy/Regular Headcanons

TW: fluff, mentions dead body (not his or yours), Bo being an ass once, mentions of killing, please tell me if I missed anything!

Not proof-read

Requests are open!

His love language is gift giving and quality time.

I feel like his work with wax and his drawing abilities mean he also dabbled a bit in woodworking too.

If you are a jewelry person, he will make you jewelry boxes and holders of all kinds depending on what your style is.

He will make a stand for your rings after making a perfect replica of your hand but with the knuckles a bit smaller so the rings don’t get stuck on the mold.

At times when you’re in his workshop with him and you take a nap he will pull out his sketch book and he will make a sketch of you.

Hell, if he doesn’t have a victim or if he’s waiting for a victim to cool off he will sketch you out without you being in the room.

How much time he has determines how detailed it is.

He’s also pretty cuddly in a way.

If he’s sitting down in his workshop he will happily allow you to sit on his lap facing him.

If you fall asleep sitting like that it will melt him like the hot wax he has.

If Bo is yelling at you for any reason, Vinny will silently appear behind you like your damn shadow and he will stare Bo down.

Bo: “Damn it Y/N! Can’t you d-“

Vinny appears behind you staring at Bo with rage in his eye.

Bo, terrified but too “manly” to admit it: “Never fuckin’ mind…”

Que you turning around to see Vinny looking innocent and his arms open awaiting your embrace.

He stays up late at night working on his wax figure.

It melts his heart completely when he finally is ready for bed and he gets in and you wake up a little and mumble for him.

Your arms out stretched still mostly asleep: “Vivi… want cuddles…”

He’s done for.

If you get hurt he will become mama Vin, patching you up calmly and planting a kiss to wherever got hurt.

If you’re crying he will be there with your favorite snacks and some tissues, be prepared cause y’all will be cuddling and watching your favorite movies/show.

If you also enjoy art you’re definitely more than welcome to help him with his wax figures as long as you don’t mind the dead body.

Would rather you not go out and help Bo with the tourists, but if you really want to and you know what you’re doing then he won’t stop you.

If you like to do hair and wanna play or style his hair, let him know first so he doesn’t get startled by you.

Will happily walk around the house with his hair done up all pretty.

He also has tons of masks that he made, but the one he wears all the time is his favorite because it looks the closest to him.

So if you take a mask and put on some nice makeup, he won’t mind.

Just ask if you can first.

He can nearly never say “No” to you.

Y/N: “Vinny…? Can I paint your nails?”

Vin nods.

Y/N: “Can I draw in your sketchbook? I’ll draw something small in the last page so I don’t take up your sketchbook.”

Vin nods and makes a mental note to get you sketchbooks.

The only time he will say “No” but without actually saying it:

Y/N: “Vivi? Can we get a pet? Please?”

Vin using sign language or writing in his notepad: “We have a dog.”

He will probably get you a small pet in secret.

Will happily make you matching bracelets or something like that, so you have something of his and he has something of yours.

If he’s been gone all day and it’s late when he gets back and you’re holding his pillow or in his shirt?

Gone.

He is GONE.

Gets flustered and giddy when you pepper his mask in kisses.

When he finally allows you to see his actual face, please pepper his face in kisses.

If you’re making dinner and he is done with work he will come up to see you and wrap his arms around you and plant his face in your neck.

He misses you when he hasn’t seen you all day, he has messed up a few things because he was thinking about you and not paying any attention.

Has a few drawings and paintings of your eyes and your eye color, he loves the color.

Doesn’t matter what color your eyes are, he loves them.

Loves holding your hand!

Seeing your hand in his and seeing the sizes between them!

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It seems all my boys won that night omg I'm so happy 🥺😭😭💚💚💚💚

That was a fun high flying match with some great spots but I’m so fucking happy ELP won.

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S-sir-- 😳😳😳

🤤🤤🤤🤤 *combusts*

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Missed my favorite

And this lil shit perfect angel

I'm in deep you guys.

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I'm sure I've got some somewhere.....

does anyone have any favorite matt jackson photos they'd like to share. for no reason in particular

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Jay "zero fucks" White

Will give out Switchblades to anyone. Try him and see.

Fuck around and find out.

Like Marina 😂

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It very, very very very much was 🤤 my gawd 🤤🤤🤤

begging for some yuta gifs. his tits looked gorgeous

Yes, of course!!! Him going shirtless out there was fans service and we appreciate it so much.