man who keeps misspelling "hope" as "hole" lives in constant fear of freudian typo
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anyone else have a word they absolutely cannot spell as in no matter how many times you read or write this particular random word your brain just absoltuely will NOT play ball for me its "genius" and "parallel"
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Is it normal to want to be covered and filled with piss ? Mid throat fuck just stop thrusting and fill my throat with warm piss. Mid anal rape, stop and fill my ass with piss and then carry on raping me like nothing happened. Wake me up by pissing over my face. End a gang bang by being dragged into the bathroom and everyone uses me as a urinal.
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hey guys, i just fully processed that we live in a world where fabian has canonically tried to give gilear a vasectomy in the middle of the night. how are the rest of you doing.
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Light is a private school weirdo and Misa is a public school weirdo and L is a homeschool weirdo
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soooo thinking about pro!hero shouto being waylaid in the street by a tiny cute girl scrabbling for his autograph, and he's still a bit bewildered by this whole fame thing but he tries his best -- so he bends down to ask her what he'd like signed, only to hear your voice, to look up and see you, just about the prettiest creature he'd ever laid eyes on, running up to the little girl and scooping her up into your arms before bowing and saying --
"i'm so sorry! she just ran off -- you can't do that, mia-chan! your mama will kill me of something happens to you!" before turning back to him with a pleading sort of smile and just, "sorry again -- she's my cousin's daughter -- i promise she doesn't mean to bother -- she's just such a huge fan --"
but he can't help noticing the glow in your cheeks and can't stop himself from wondering if you're a fan too. and what he'd do if you said yes.
"not a bother," he smiles, "it's just part of the job." he looks at the girl now, extending a hand, "thanks for being my fan -- what would you like signed?"
"no really -- you don't have to --" you say, but shouto reaches for a pen all the same.
"no, it's okay. i want to."
so he signs the little girl's handkerchief, and feels his chest go warm at the way she presses it to her chest, grinning wide enough to split the sky. it's only then that she looks back at him with curious, wide eyes and asks --
"aren't you going to sign anything for big sister? she's your big fan too!"
"mia!" you go just about the most darling shade of red, looking anywhere but at shouto; he clears his throat, licking his lips.
"i... i don't mind... if you'd like something --"
"no, please -- we've bothered you enough."
"can she have your number?" mia asks, now positively devious as she looks between him and you, "it was her new years wish when we did our first temple visit --"
"mia! that's enough -- i'm sorry, we'll just go --"
"here." he scribbles down his number and presses it into your hand with a bright blush of his own. and now he's the one who can't look at you, "you don't have to do anything with it -- if you don't want to. but if you do..."
"i -- i do! i just --" you glance back down at mia, grinning smugly in your arms.
"then... you can call me later. or text. whichever." he takes a few steps back, swallowing passed the heartbeat now thundering in the back of his throat.
"yeah. sure -- i will! i mean -- only if you don't mind."
"i don't. really."
"okay."
"okay then. see you."
"yeah... see you... soon."
"yeah. soon."
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