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1.03 'The Locked Room'

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General Electric ad - 1988

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HEY 👋🏼 SLUTS 😘 !!! ITS FATHERS DAY👨🏻‍♂️. OPEN WIDE 😮 CAUSE DADDIES GOT 👏🏼 THAT 👏🏼 GIRTH 👏🏼 SNAKE 👋🏼 READY. 🍆 🍆 LET DADDY DRIP HIS 💦 CUMMIES 💦 ON THAT SLUT FACE 😍. ITS WETTER ☔️ THAN SPRING 🌺 IN MY BUSSY 💩 SO LET DADDY BE RAW 😱 ON HIS SPECIAL DAY 🖖🏻 ! SEND TO 🔟 OF YOUR MOISTEST 🐳 BOI TOYS 💛💚💙 WHO NEED DADDIES 💦CUMMIES 💦! 3️⃣BACK AND DADDY IS THICK N 🍖 MEATY 🍖 7️⃣BACK AND YOURE GETTING BBQ'D 🌭🌭 AND 💦CUMMIE 💦GLAZED AT THE ALL-DILFS 🍆 COOKOUT 🔟 AND YOURE HAVING A 👏🏼 WHOLE 👏🏼 DAMN 👏🏼 YEAR OF DADDY'S 💦 CUMMIES 💦 💯💯😍😍🙏🏼🙏🏼

" -- 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙾 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 to the sealed-off safe room, at this point..."

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bnuy man holding bnuy

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happy father's day to this dumb fucking rabbit man who deserves no quarter

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Some more studies I turned into Weem because I have a problem👍

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(perverse, predatory, manipulative voice) Hello 

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send one of the following emojis to grab my muse!

GRAB my muse’s…

💪 arm

🗣️ back of the neck

🍑 butt

💞 cheeks

👁️ hair

🤝 hand

👐 hips

🤏 jaw

🗡️ neck

🙍‍♀️ shoulders

🌠 wrist

BONUS: also send one (or more) of the following emojis to say how or why you’re grabbing my muse!

😠 aggressively

😂 as a joke

🥰 gently

😘 lovingly

😨 scared

😈 to hurt them

😊 to make sure yours isn’t hurt

😎 to protect them

🥺 to stop them from leaving

😟 worried

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just a reminder i'll be back this coming wednesday / thursday depending on how i feel.

also thanks for being patient, i still have loads of muse but my activity should pick up on both blogs more-so in a bit less than a week, or a week.

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“I am a dead empire, no sun rises, where I breathe.”

— Channing M

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see here :3 🐰

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post 🎉 and let your followers tell you about how you're doing with you character portrayal underneath!

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Wes Bentley in The Time Being (2012)

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❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜ ( Rosa )

𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙼𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙾𝚁 above her head, forcing it back into place with an ugly noise. the wooden trim surrounding already wearing from the force of actions past. he's seething, teeth bared and eyes wide. a surge of satisfaction which he faintly recognizes slipping in past the anger, at the jump of her smaller form -- the wince, in direct turn of her head away from his liquor-stained breath.

"i'm not looking for peace!" speech is a hiss, low and resentful. his bottom lip lowered, showing the imperfect row of enamel beneath as he scowls. his storm-cloud eyes shifting back and forth in a rapidness indicative of his disbelief. "i am looking for something that you could never understand."

@avemaria.