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verymerrymart · 4 months
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30teeth · 5 months
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THATS MY LARRY 🗣️🗣️🗣️ LET HIM BE SCRAGGLY NO MORE TUMBLR HOTMAN LARRY
just a very pixely doodle (oops drew in the corner of the canvas again)
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Hey if it’s okay, could I get Sal, Larry, and Ash with a s/o who cries out of stress? How would they react to them if they’re completely fine one second and then when asked about the topic, they burst into tears? (G/N please!)
Hello!! I am so sorry this is late! I’ve been super busy and have only been able to write when i had the time. I’m not the greatest writer by any means, so i apologize if it’s terrible. I really hope this met your expectations and i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i liked writing it. Anyway, enjoy!
also- this is not edited or proofread, so i apologize for any grammar or punctuation mistakes. i’m tired and have to wake up in 5 hours.
Word Count: 2,419
Warnings: cussing? mentions of learning disabilities, aggression- hyperventilation- panic attacks- self deprecating thoughts
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Sal
- high school is hard, but that teacher didn’t need to yell.
- he understands why you reacted the way you did
- He’s very calm under pressure, but that doesn’t mean those situations don’t make him panic internally.
- He does everything in his power to calm you down
- back rubs
- Takes you somewhere with a little more privacy and lets you vent about it
- makes some lighthearted jokes to cheer you up
- you have such a soft spot for this blue haired king
- he treats you to some ice cream after and you eventually forget why you were so stressed
“oh my god, what did you do to make Mr. Willam to scream like that?” some girl in your last period walks away laughing. (so not cool dude)
You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you had been holding. You looked up at the ceiling and the irritating, migraine inducing florescent lights to calm yourself down. It didn’t work.
“Are you okay?” Sal asks in a soft voice, muffled by his thick prosthetic. You looked back down to glare at him, a single tear running down your warm cheeks.
“Do I look okay?” You forced out. You felt his hand touch your upper back, rubbing gently to calm you down. You couldn’t stop the tears from coming, but you tried to hold back the sobs.
You were never good with conflict of any type, given or taken. You were already having a stressful day, and to get yelled at over something so stupid set you off.
“Here, lets go over here and get you out of the middle of the hallway.” You realized where you were standing, suddenly feeling embarrassed of your crying fit.
Once you were away and out of students peripheral vision and earshot, you broke down, kneeling on the ground, sobbing. Sal lowered you to sit on the ground, taking a seat beside you, letting you lean into his shoulder. He grabbed your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, that always seemed to calm you down.
“Wanna talk about it? Might help.” Sal offered, you nodded, took a deep breath and began telling him what happened during your day that led up to that certain point.
“Damn. He doesn’t even try to hid his virgin-ness. Dude can’t get off so he takes his frustration out on his students. Blegh.” You couldn’t see it, but you imagined him making a face under his mask, you let out a laugh, wiping the snot from your nose on your jacket sleeve.
“Ew Sal, I could have gone without hearing that.” You shook your head, your forehead still laying on his shoulder. He nudged you, “Made you laugh though.” He always does, you thought.
“Schools over in an hour, wanna dip and get some ice cream?” how could you say no to that. You were both nearly straight-a students, what’s the harm?
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Larry
- internal panic
- does a literal double take
- Brother doesn’t know what to do at first, like you literally just told that mufucker off, and now tears are pouring out of looking holes
- takes him a second to come to his senses, when he does, he calls out to the douche and flips him the bird “Shoulda been swallowed, asshole!”
- immediately turns to comfort you
- pulls you into his famous bear hugs and lets you sob into his chest (give me this man for the love of gods)
-like literally, if i don’t have him in my grasps soon i may just spontaneously combust into flames…
- anyway:)
- He doesn’t ask right away if you want to talk about it, he instead lets you calm down before holding your face in his hands, looks you in the eyes and kisses your forehead.
You and Larry are on a non-date when this happens. Non-date meaning he never actually asked you if you wanted go on a date, but he asked if you wanted to hang out around town, go to a restaurant then the record shop/local instrument shop downtown.
As your walking, on the inside of the sidewalk because Lisa raised a gentleman, you weren’t paying attention and accidentally shoulder checked some guy who was walking a little too close to your personal bubble. Larry is, unfortunately, in his own worlds, watching a pigeon swoop down and sit next to an old women sitting on a bench, and take the bagel she was about to take a bite of.
“Watch it, bitch.” the guy said under his breath, but just loud enough for you to hear him.
You quickly turned around, cocked your head at him, “Kiss your mommy with that mouth? Prick.” Wording the last part under your breath, not realizing the guy was making his way back to you, chest puffed trying to seem intimidating.
Larry still watching the women on the bench, who was now swatting at the pigeon with her chihuahua sized purse, he was having a good time, oblivious to the situation happening behind him.
“You say something, little girl?” You glared at him, looking in his eyes. You watch him as he sizes you up.
“So what if i did? What would you do about it? Huh?” He scoffs at that, takes another step towards you, you put your hand out, “Take another step towards me, I dare you.” you threaten.
“Or what? What will you do, *little girl*.” Your vision is starting to blacken, all sense of the material around you is becoming nonexistent. You’re breathing is heavy, the loud thump of your heart is beating in your ears.
You’re normally very calm, and can handle aggressive environments very well, but the way this guy said that, it set you off. All those years of breathing in and out, counting to ten and taking deep breaths suddenly left your mind and all you know now, is retaliation.
You step up close to him, “ Do not call me, little girl, ever. I don’t know who taught you manners, but i’m sure a guy as young as you still wants kids. So if your want to keep your precious genitalia, i suggest you walk the fuck away, and don’t look back. Apologize to your mother while you’re at it, because if you talk to random girls in public like you just talked to me, I’d hate to see the way you treat your mother.” You spit, seething with rage. You don’t care if the words that just came out of your mouth made no sense, you don’t care how red your face is or how much you’re shaking. You desperately want him out of your space.
You watch as he walks away, you take a deep breath, lower lip trembling as you turn around. You catch your boyfriends chocolate brown eyes, wide as saucers, shocked at the sight he just witnessed.
His mouth is wide open, but you don’t see, in fact, the tears swelling up in your eyes take the sight of everything around you and just turn them into shapes and colors. Larrys head visibly shakes, knocking himself out of his shock, immediately clocking into boyfriend mode.
“What the fuck, asshole!” He calls out to the guy, not bothering to ‘pull a Larry’ and knock him out.
Tugging you by the arm, he pulls your head into his chest, under his chin as he rests it in your head. He takes his hands around your arms and wraps them around himself, doing the same to you. His left hand comes up to your head, slowly rubbing and patting your hair.
He pulls away, kisses your forehead, takes you by the shoulders and leads you to sit down at a picnic table outside of a coffee shop to your right.
He “shh’s” you in a calming whisper, pulling your face away from his chest to look you in the eyes. He uses his palm to wipe the tears off of your cheeks, stretching your face causing you to huff out a laugh in the process.
“That’s the smile i love to see.” He says. His smile drops a little and he looks from your eyes to your lips, “Look, I don’t know what happened, and i’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, but you handled that like a god, babe. That was the most metal shit i’ve seen in a long time.” His gentle smile returns as he sees your eyes light up at his encouraging words.
“It wasn’t, I blacked out and-“
“Babe, that was badass and you can’t change my mind no matter what you say. You’re allowed to cry, you’re not made of stone.” He whispers the last part as he leans in for a kiss.
When backing away, he laughs, “Also, Mrs. Tvardovsky really knows how to throw a sick right hook.” He cringes outwardly, “That poor bird.” You laugh, leaning your head on his chest as he twists his neck to take another look at the poor old woman.
“Let’s go home.”
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Ashley
- The quarterly exams are in a week, and Ashley decided it would be best if you and her study together instead of a whole group study
- “The boys would only distract us, Larry with his loud music, and Sal with his Gear Boy. The only reasonable study partner would be Todd, but he would just get too aggravated at the chaos and leave. That’s why we are better, we’re calmer.”
- She had a point
- but what she didn’t know, is you weren’t doing so well in school either
- no one knew cuz no one asked, and you never asked for help
- so when she comes back from getting some juice boxes and finds you, knees to your chest, sobbing in your arms
- - let’s just say she was more than shocked
- protection mode **on**
- let’s you count her fingers to calm you down
- studying is abandoned
- cuddle date is a go 🏃🏽‍♀️
- hums your favorite song while drawing shapes onto your hand
“Okay, so we just got done with English, wanna start on Algebra next?” Ashley says to you, turning a page in her notebook.
“Sounds good to me.” You answer, you hear Ash chuckle.
“Don’t get too excited, now.” She joked, getting up from her chair. “Well, i say we take a break before we move on, do you want a juice box?” She pointed the pencil in her hand.
You nod, turning a page in your textbook, trying not to make eye contact with your girlfriend, in fear your mood would make a drastic 180° south.
The moment the door closes, the dread overcomes you and you break. The feeling of failure, the stress, the overwhelming sense of being a burden to your friends and family.
Though you’ve never asked for help, you couldn’t help but think why no one bothered to offer help. You’re positive they noticed your struggle. While they couldn’t visibly see the words on your paper float around, they definitely could hear you struggle, sounding out a word under your breath that was easy enough for a toddler to master.
Your teachers and parents weren’t any help either. They only cared about how low or high your grade was, and when you studied, and how long you did it for. Never did they notice or ask about how you were struggling with what a linear equation was, or why circle was spelled with a ‘c’ instead of an ‘s’.
Ashley was your light in the darkness. She knew what to say, when to say it, and how to. She never actually knew how your brain worked, but when she saw you physically struggling (you’re not very easy to read), she knew what to say to make you feel heard.
But this feeling? This feeling was crushing, excruciating, and debilitating. What were you good for if you couldn’t understand basic math, and reading? Your dream job meant nothing if you couldn’t even graduate high school.
You don’t realize you’re crying until you taste a tear while sucking in a breath through your mouth. You let out a loud sob, all worries of having Ash hear you out the door. All of a sudden, the door swings open, you hear a gasp.
“Baby, baby. Honey, what’s wrong, I left for two seconds!” She whispers loudly, rubbing your shoulders. “Why are you crying, talk to me sweetie, I need to know how to help you.”
Hyperventilating means no words. You couldn’t get a steady breath in.
“Here, here, take my hand.” Ashley grabs your hand and puts it in hers, “ One-“ she trails your finger down hers, “breath for me honey- two, yes that’s good, breath.” In and out, breath in and out. One. Two. Three.
“Very good baby, now I need to know what’s going on. I need to know how I can help you, but I can’t do that if you don’t calm down.” She wipes your face dry and kissed your nose.
You finally meet her eyes. Taking a shaky breath in, you tell her everything.
After a few minutes she sighs, gets up off the floor, kisses your forehead and walks to her desk. She grabs all of her, and your, school supplies and puts them in their designated bags. She turns to you once she’s done and puts her hands on her hips, “Enough school. This is us time.” Smiling, she leaps into the bed, bouncing before settling into a starfish position.
Her head lifts up to look at you and with a eyebrow raised, she raises her hand in a ‘what do you think you’re doing’ gesture, “Get over here and cuddle me, you jerk.” You stifle a laugh.
You’re head is a little foggy from the crying, and you’re throat is dry, but laying with your girlfriend will cure any doubt you ever had about anything. Maybe not a dry throat, but that’s okay. You’ve got this.
With your head on her chest, her arm around your shoulders and her hand drawing shapes in yours, she rests her chin on your head and hums your favorite song. You’ve never felt more comfortable.
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misfortunerz · 17 days
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Its hard to forget when your past stares back at you everyday
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conceptual issue with sally face lore
(i haven't been invested in the game for a while so bear with me if i get something wrong)
the whole cult thing having native american origins just kind of ruins some of the game for me, not only because "native american curse/magic/cults" is an annoying trope but i feel like it weakens the message
a lot of sally face is about not fitting in with the majority and trying to find peace with that, caring about finding people who will love, accept and cherish you for your true self
and that's why having christians as the antagonists was great at first, those are the people who have historically hated anyone who doesn't fit in and still majorly fight against indiciality and freedom of self and expression
mr. phelps being in a "satanic" cult but at the same time telling his son that gay people go to hell was a beautiful way to show christian hypocrisy and "no hate like christian love" and their corruption
i think the gang defeating them would've been more powerful if they stayed with just christian origins, maybe having their start as some kind of Faust situation, because then it would've been so symbolic... a group of freaks, misfits and outliers taking down their hypocritical opressors
it's just also weird to give a cult that has a goal of taking over the world in the name of their beliefs with violence to native americans who have been colonised instead of colonisers themselves
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vaggiess · 5 months
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trick or treat ?
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nah, send money dude💵
a bit outta character but idk what to draw(TT) also
study d4
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mvshr00m-1 · 5 months
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An art Collab with @maxsmuffinzs !!!
[these are all platonic, cause ik some of these could be seen as romantic. Which is not the case. Tcest/proshipper DNI pls.]
The first drawing is our persona's together, while the rest are just duos we see ourselves in :D
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And these are the og images I used as a ref! [Got these from tiktok]
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anirexxic · 2 months
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Part-time ghost huntas, full-time rocka boys 👻🎸
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givemethesleep · 7 months
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Doodles from class BUT I go in with all my art stuff later ♡♡
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j4ckab0iii · 1 month
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We got the Sally and Larry face up in here for the first time ever (woah)
Feel free to use these for icons or profile edits as long as the proper credit is made
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byloesstuff · 2 months
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gnaws at the bars of my enclosure here's some sally face headcanons because i'm so normal trust!!
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sal fisher
-probably had gums or mints on him constantly, he has to constantly smell his breath in his mask so he keeps it fresh as much as he can.
-has definitely used sharpie on his nails before, stopped after ashley got him nail polish for his birthday one year and hasn't gone back.
-sal is so definitely a scab picker, larry probably yells at him when he catches him picking at scabs when they hang out, he's looking out for his friend and doesn't want it to become a bad habit.
-sal has a few extra face masks his friends designed individually for him, some of them just being painted on or sculpted, one of them was just covered in stickers, he loves all of them and has them up in his room.
-has caught his own cat playing with his fake eye more than once when he couldn't find it in the morning, those mornings it did happen he would have to wash it off before soaking it in solution for a while, sometimes going to school without it, after the second time, he got replacement eyes for when that happened.
-tried an edible once with larry and freaked the fuck out and hasn't tried them since, larry still feels bad seeing him in that state (larry had to babysit him that night)
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larry johnson
-i can't decide whether he bites his nails or he has long healthy nails and clips them weekly, they both work🤷‍♀️
-has almost shit himself at one of the sleepovers where sal slept with his mask off, he turned over as he woke up taking a moment to remember who was next to him since he's used to seeing his mask 😭
-always wanted a cat growing up but his mother was super allergic so whenever he's at sal's he's loving up on gizmo and ofc gizmo loves the attention.
-he loves being a canvas for ashley's makeup practice not to mention the cursed pictures they have gotten while the makeup process happened.
-he wanted to learn guitar but did not have a single musical bone in his body to actually play instruments, so sal started learning guitar for him (larry is so tone deaf it's so funny when he tries singing along to ashley's music which consists of musical soundtracks).
-he's such a pin and bottle cap collector, he has jars of them, ashley and maple also got him into tiny living and started collecting small furniture and little things.
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what characters or specific head canons would you like to see next?!
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verymerrymart · 3 months
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catrumor · 2 years
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Trying a different approach with coloring so i wanted to test it out with larry facee
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eeriefroggie · 6 months
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Hiya!
i love sally face so much honestly
can i request larry johnson x reader?
a while ago i had this roleplay with a friend for sally face and we had this idea, but we’re both terrible at writing and i’m hoping maybe you’ll be able to bring it to light! if not i completely understand
alright so, the reader (their just friends rn but do have feelings for each other) is in larry’s room and he’s getting food, so their snooping around, they find a canvas corner hiding behind his bed, and go to look at it. it’s a portrait of them! he comes back and is like ‘oh no’ and he just hides it again and tries changing the subject to eating pizza,, they start play fighting for the last slice of pizza and the reader accidentally gets pinned down by larry!! cue the cute fluff
sorry if this is overwhelming 😭 i’ve had this idea in my head for like three years
HI! I'm so sorry I forgot the pizza part- I got sucked into what I was doing and didn't realize I'm so sorry! But as mediocre as this piece that I've written, I hope you like it!
What's Hidden Under the Bed
Larry Johnson x Reader
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Friday nights are typically movie nights, and this Friday is no different. You and the gang all decide whose house should host the event the weekend before, and this week's victim is the great Larry Johnson. 
With nothing better to do to pass your Friday evening before the scheduled movie time, you went down to Larry’s apartment before the rest of the gang. You let yourself in and make yourself at home, jumping into his messy, but comfortable bed. 
“So, decide on a movie yet?” You question Larry, laying on your back with your hand behind your head, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars Larry haphazardly placed on the ceiling. 
You hear the sound of a plastic paintbrush being placed down and Larry’s art stool shifts around near the foot of the bed, “Dude, you know the rules. We have to have hands to decide on the movie.” His voice sounds soft and rough at the same time, comforting all the same. 
You move your hands to lift your torso off the bed to look at him, “What is this, a democracy?” You ask with a chuckle. He turns around fully to look at you, eyebrow raised. 
“Duh, hello? This is Casa Del Johnson, everything is decided by vote, whether it’s Friday movie night or not. Though, I do have a few to choose from. Nothing too extreme, so don’t worry Scaredy-Cat.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “ Oh- come on. The last time we watched 'It' you had to ‘piss’ like, six times and we weren’t even 45 minutes in.” 
“Whatever, jerk. I have a low tolerance for clowns.” 
“Yes, we know.” You hear him turn around while laughing lightly, “Halloween costume decided.” He says under his breath. You push yourself up all the way, moving yourself to sit crisscross
“What was that, Johnson?” You squint your eyes, a joking smile playing at your features. He shakes his head with no further teasing, “That’s what I thought.” You hop up off the bed and stretch, your arms over your head, your shirt riding up a bit, showing a little bit of skin. You feel Larry’s eyes on you but decide not to speak on it, “I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t miss me while I’m gone.” 
“Too late, I already miss you!” He calls after you. 
While you're washing your hands, you hear footsteps walk past the bathroom door and enter the kitchen. You exit the toilet, hearing Larry call your name from the kitchen, “You want anything to drink? I have Yoo-Hoo’s.” 
“Box or bottle?” You call back, already at the door to his room. You don’t remember the smell of marijuana being so potent, it never bothered you, anyhow. Like all of Larry is, it’s comforting. You’d never admit that to him, though. You don't think he’d feel the same way you did. Nobody ever did. 
“Box!” He calls after a second or two. You hear him move stuff in the fridge, probably moving some of his mom's chiles en nogada she made the night before. 
“Nah. Just some juice is fine.” You reply, scrunching up your nose. You finally straighten your gaze into his bedroom when something catches your eye. Something square pushed up to the wall by his mattress at the end of his bed. You don’t know why you didn’t notice this before. You walk up towards it, pushing his mattress out a bit to grab ahold of the object. 
The object in question is a 12x16 canvas. You scrunch your eyebrows together, “Why would he hide a canvas,” You whisper to yourself. You turn it over and your eyes go wide. “Me?”
The image is a photorealistic painting of you. You're sitting on his bed with Sal’s Gear-Boy. The expression on your face is humorous, to say the least. Sitting crisscrossed, your back hunched over the device, your ‘Judas Priest’, everything is in full detail. You knew Larry was talented, but damn! Your heart warms up as you inspect the painting. Larry is known for using his buddies as references, but you have never recalled a candid painting or drawing. You would know, he shows you all of his pieces. All sound and feeling have left your body as you admire this work of art that you never notice him walk in with your cup of juice and his four bags of chips and a soda. 
“Dude, you know the box and the bottle taste no diff- you good man?” He steps towards you and looks over your shoulder, “ Oh shit, you weren’t,” you hear the bags of chips hit the bed and your drink clink on a nightstand, “You weren’t supposed to see that.” He reaches his arms over your shoulder to grab the piece out of your hands. You duck his advances, your hands tightening the canvas while finally turning to meet his eyes. His face is tomato red, arms outstretched, creeping toward you. 
“Larry, why do you have a painting of me? And why was it hidden behind your bed?” you taunt with a shit-eating grin on your face. Your face is just about as red as his. 
“Dude, come on. Hand it over.” He starts toward you, embarrassment and determination in his step, you turn around and run further from him, laughing as you do so. He says your name desperately. 
“Why? Why should I hand it over? It’s my face.” You hide behind his easel, moving it so you don’t tip it over and running past the other side to stand in front of his dresser. 
“Well, it’s mine. So-” He stutters, almost tripping over his art case. You continue running around his room, dodging his grasps graciously. He gets over his embarrassment quickly and starts laughing with you. At some point, you trip over a pile of clothes at the side of his bed and tumble onto his messy comforter. You quickly turn around and put the painting over your head, a guttural laugh coming from the depths of your chest. He hops up on the bed, landing on his knees, and reaches for the piece. You try to move it away from him, but he grabs your wrists and plucks it out of your hands. Having no source of balance, he falls onto you, your faces just inches apart when he uses his palms to catch himself. 
You’re both panting, staring into each other's eyes. “Why do you have a painting of me Larry? Why would you hide it?” You ask not catching the way his eyes shoot to your lips. He sighs through his nose and closes his eyes tightly for a few seconds. 
“Because- because I like you, nerd. That’s why.” Wide eyes planted on the long-haired metal head, your head is empty.  You don’t reply for what feels like an eternity, “You gonna say anything?” he asks desperately. 
“They do taste different.” That’s the only thing you could think of? Idiot… Oh, also- “Kiss me.” 
His eyes light up, face beet-red he begins to lean closer, lips a centimeter apart when-
“Larry Face!" - "Honey, I’m home!”
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misfortunerz · 15 days
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she1sse · 3 months
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My friend and I painted in Aggio🍞
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