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He's a cutie that I want yo cuddle iwith

The Best Around

#burping #belly #bellybutton

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Still love this movie. Mandy was and is amazing

GREATEST DUEL IN HISTORY

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Cutie

Hunky hiker

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GREATEST DUEL IN HISTORY

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That video is a dream of mine

New Cholo

The whole thing was doomed from the outset. It is your first assignment after graduating from law school. You are familiar with the Mexican legal system in a rudimentary way. And Spanish? You don't speak it at all. Nevertheless, you are hired by your new employer to represent a small-time Mexican gangster. It's not about much, shoplifting, resisting arrest, things like that. You have really prepared yourself to the best of your ability. But it didn't help, you lost the case, your client is in jail. Then, during the trial, this guy comes up to you. A giant! Shaved head, pinstriped trousers, undershirt. He slaps you on the back and says something along the lines of, “The little bastard didn't deserve anything better.” He invites you to a little drink because the little bastard has received the punishment he deserves. You're supposed to just change. You're not celebrating in this gringo outfit!

You look in the mirror. The undershirt highlights your muscular build. You look good. The guy hands you a tequila. And another. And then you feel dizzy…

The guy, he very good to you. He give you new job. Errands, cosas like that. He lose one worker ‘cause some gringo make big mess. These gringos, man. But is honor, you know, to be cholo, work for the biggest cholo in all barrio.

“Sí, hermano mayor, I do anything for la familia!” you say and drink your tequila.

Inspired by mi hermano @sdonovan-new.

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Fantastic story

Shattered Hearts // Luke Patterson

Summary: The teenage years are supposed to the best time of life but not when fate has other plans for Sunset Curve. Not feeling well reader stays home while Luke prepares for the performance of his life at The Orpheum. Shit hits the fan hard and the fallout ensues.

Warnings: Swearing, death, hospital, cancer (type is not detailed) angst, and fluff.

Words: 2.3k

Requested: @lolychu​

A/N: I didn’t go into detail about the kind of cancer because I didn’t want to, I want it to be as general as it could. I’ve never gone through it or had someone close go through it so it could be wrong and I apologize for that. Broken heart syndrome is REAL by the way.

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Los Angeles, 1995

There are articles of some medical mysteries that can’t fully be scientifically explained, such as when someone dies in excellent health following the death of a loved one. The scientific term is takotsubo cardiomyopathy, but the world knows it merely by Broken Heart Syndrome. It was a day that was supposed to be the greatest of your teenage years, but the day couldn’t have gone any worse.

First, you woke up with an incredibly high fever and newfound bruises. Pain in a wrist out of nowhere but you wrote it off. You had plans, and illness wasn’t scheduled for the day. Your boyfriend and his band had gotten their big break, well their almost big break. Today was the day Sunset Curve would perform at The Orpheum, and you were gonna be backstage cheering them on.

Luke made his appearance at your house in the morning before early rehearsal, and you managed to convince him you were feeling okay. He went on to their studio, and your mother drove you to the hospital in fear.

Life was an asshole. While you waited for test results pale against the hospital sheets, an ambulance rolled in. Carrying three bodies that would go to the morgue for positive confirmation of death. You wouldn’t know for a full day, Luke’s parents too grief-stricken to call you and that’s okay. 

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I'd like this virus.

The Daddy Virus

Tyler was the star of his high school's theater department, a promising gymnast, especially on the parallel bars and rings, and the most popular of the school's studs. There were urban legends about the size and qualities of his cock. Tyler was a legend. And he reveled in the knowledge that he was one.

The rumors about a number of juniors and sophomores who had disappeared from one day to the next were generally dismissed. No one remembers anyone disappearing. Nevertheless, some of the fat daddies who had been hanging around campus in the cafeteria for some time, when they weren't doing janitorial or handyman work, liked to tell horror stories about it. Tyler pretended to be politely horrified. But in his mind, he went over his lines. Next week was the premiere of “The Picture of Dorian Gray.” And he was the star. Of course.

Tyler was on stage. “The soul is a terrible reality. You can buy and sell it and haggle over its price. You can poison it or perfect it. There is a soul in each of us. I know it.” Suddenly he gets stuck. Shit, what was the next sentence? BELCH! Why the hell is he on a stage anyway? He is anything but an actor...

“Tyler, you look really grotesque in that shirt.” ‘Damn it, bro, if I'm going to play that fag Daffyd Thomas for this charity crap, I want to do it right.’ His fraternity brothers were on the floor laughing. Tyler was anything but ‘The Only Gay in the Village.’ Tyler had been captain of the wrestling team as a senior. And now he was the assistant coach. He was a legend in his fraternity. The fact that he had agreed to perform this sketch was truly sensational. Tyler grinned. He knew that this shirt was really an imposition on the audience. You could really see every one of his rolls of fat. Something was brewing in his gut. FART!

Coach Ty looked at his boys. A few of them were really talented. He would be able to turn them into men. He himself had had a promising wrestling career ahead of him. But then a cruciate ligament rupture. And his career was over. He stroked his belly. Well, his life could have been a lot worse. “Boys, that's enough for today. Beer and steaks in an hour at my place in the garden. And whoever takes a shower loses. It's just us guys here today.” The boys howled. And Coach Ty wondered if he would fuck a sweaty wrestler's ass today.

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When the Hillbilly tells me he’s a bit sweaty 😥 😋

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don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

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Gonna have to tf myself . Any suggestons?

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Their situation is dire. If we can help. Please do.

If we are mutuals you can look at me as disrespectfully as you want 👀👀👀

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Reblog Fat Spell

Your fate is sealed. With each reblog you will grow fatter. There is no reversal. Caution to those who are unsure. DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SUPERCHUB HOG….well then reblog to cast and never go back.

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