it’s been almost a week and I am still repeating to myself “the murdera had to be about this smaul” thanks so much
lmao you're welcome. i actually heard this from a couple of other people too. unfortunately columbo's infinitesimal size kind of throws off his whole sense of scale...
the murderer isn't one inch big. get real lieutenant
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Shipuary Day 9: Mabel Mora x Theo Dimas (Only Murders in the Building)
Manifesting them being canon in season 3~
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(columbo voice) the murdera likes only one thing, these femboys, gee whiz, my wife can't get enough either
interesting… just found out about these “fem boys”. and boy are you right. my wife would go nuts ova this
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okay. are u readign this??????,,, ifur reading this then uh letit be said jm. so sorry abt everything Iver ever done and thag whole calling people knobhwads business and all the. murdera nd everything and and imACTUALLY so sorry ill do the tfucking cuallnges illdo them properly PLEASEEEEEE IM LOST INT EHWS FUCK8JG WOODS AND ITS GETTING TDARK AND ITS SO.COLD OUT HERE AND ICANT EVEN FIND ANYRHIJG TO EAT ABD THWRES FUCKING BEARS OUT FHERE AND
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thru call me the hot pepper murdera!
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Maldwyns is so funny the one that murdera people by mauling them like a wild animal is now going through a domestication arc and is becoming a house cat
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Surrey Council will examine whether more could have been done in case of the 10-year-old whose relatives are accused of her murderA safeguarding review has been announced into the case of Sara Sharif and whether more could have been...
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Macarons Can Be Murder by Rose Betancourt #bookreview
Macarons Can Be MurderA Paris Kentucky Bakery Mystery Rose BetancourtCozy Culinary Mystery, Cozy MysteryCrooked Lane BooksJuly 11, 2023Kindle
My Review
Thank you to the publisher Crooked Lane Books, and NetGalley for the eARC.
For me, this book was just okay. The premise was not particularly creative, and it also got a little boring at times. I had to skim through the book to get to the end.…
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Double Murder | Dark and bright humanity
Double Murder | Dark and bright humanity
It’s a Montreal crowd favourite, and for good reason. The company of the same name, led by the brilliant English choreographer Hofesh Shechter, will once again tread the stages of Montreal, at the invitation of Danse Danse, with Double Murdera double that promises to be all in contrast.
Posted at 11:00 a.m.
Hofesh Shechter appears, all smiles, on our screen, live from London. On the day of our…
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San during I'm The One era
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Stan wyman manderly or die by my sword
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(GiZO the Element 115)
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JOO DAN TAE NAWT SEEING THEM PEARLY GATES.....
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just remembered this one time a literal hannigram blog sent me hate for writing incest rape fic and now I'm fucking losing my mind again like ma'am ma'am please you wrote abt the cannibals fucking on top of their mutual friends' bloody corpses stop pretending you're better than me
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@murderaer said: quietly and secretly holds his hand,
Aside from their initial bursts of affection, in the haze of the bubbling anxiety and new feelings, public intimacy was not an activity they indulged in. He knew Yuri wasn’t much for displaying feelings in public--or, perhaps, it was him that was more hesitant? Seeing as he had such a reputation and standing that would be changed as more knew of their relationship. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being with Yuri, a man, no--it was Yuri that ought be ashamed to be with him. Older, a fake heart that faltered now and then and would continue to break down, with a history of betrayal and blind loyalty to the detriment of everything. As the butterflies died, what would be left to keep the wolf by his side? He’d certainly not want to keep him from a potential future with someone better.
So the feeling of a hand slipping into his jolts him, even as his own fingers immediately curl around the other’s, if not for any reason that his response to such unexpected actions is to grab the snake by the head, so to speak. His breath hitches as he falls back onto years of experience to keep expression neutral and not look about to make sure they’ve not got an audience for the moments it takes to relax again. This is fine. This is--well, as he loosens his grip and lets himself feel the heat ‘gainst his fingers--it’s good. It feels nice, and there’s a hint of a small grin, just a corner of his lips risen in that shy sort of new love, even as he tries to push it down because, really, he’s too old for that.
Still, repeatedly telling himself that he’s too old for young lovers’ games doesn’t keep him from being touched or wanting to play. Maybe one day he’ll act his age. Today, however, he’ll simply lean a little bit closer as they walk, and enjoy the way his baggy jacket obscured their hands between them as a secret only they shared, turning his head to make a quip, as if he hadn’t been caught so completely off-guard a moment ago.
“Can’t keep yer hands off me, eh? We can skip th’ bar, go straight t’ my place. I’ve got enough beer.”
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