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snort the dirt cocaine, do what needs to be done coward

The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so

hit that nasty rb if you:

are an gay

are play minecraft

I would love this in theory but if the dogzilla got too big it would have a life span of maybe 6 years and my heart can’t handle that kind of pain

In a way if Ethari found out then it would make sense since Runaan is dea-

I've just read about that animal on which Callum had been travelling belonged to Runaan

And IT DIED

Poor Runaan and rip to the animal

AND I'M NOT SURPRISED THAT RAYLA'S BELONGED TO ETHARI BECAUSE IT IS LIKE HIM SUCH CINNAMON ROLL

Cleigh is a female equivalent to Clay

Hey, what name do you think is the most suitable name for a female!Clay? I thought about clayduette, clayette or clayuette. None of these names exist but Since clay is a male name and is not because I something against nameing her after a boy is just that I don’t find it suitable for a girl. And it is kind of hard to find a name who represent the same meaning as clay though.

Free Palestine.

Fuck I’ve got a story for this one all ready so here it is:

One, two, three

“You’re disgusting! My own son, a faggot! How could you do this to me?!” Jacks mother’s echoed through the small house and was heard even outside. How could Jack be so stupid as to leave his phone in the kitchen while he was out? He should have known his crack-head mother couldn’t wait to unlock her sons phone and you know completely disrespect his privacy. “I wish I had terminated you when I had the chance! I wish you were never born! I hate you!” It’s not like it hurt his feelings that much, he was used to everything except being criticized for liking boys. Or well... a certain boy.

Yeah Clay Bailey. Yikes I know, Jack had a few photos of him from previous hang outs with his favorite cowboys face covered in hearts and lipstick stained kisses. Honestly what couldn’t you love? His chivalry, kindness, patience, that accent and those freckles. Not to mention he was the definition of brawn, but not bad with his brain either. Though his mothers insults were becoming white noise they were still loud and annoying as a siren. So he had to do the one thing he could... cuss her out in french and then leave. So that’s what he did.

“Si je suis un tel problème, je suppose que je vais juste partir, à part votre celui qui ne pouvait pas garder ses jambes fermées!” And with that he took his leave. He felt used to his mothers insults but the phrase ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’ was still bullshit. He was still sad and nothing could cheer him up at the moment. He just wanted to disappear. It was cold outside. Christmas Eve too, he thought to himself, I hope Clay is happy at least.

He sighed an unhappy sigh. It was Christmas Eve and he was alone, no one was with him, his dad, his cousins, his grandmother even his boyfriend wasn’t with him. Oh how he wished he was in his lovers arms. That Clay would whisper sweet nothings in his ear while peppering his cheeks with soft kisses. God when had he become so... mushy. After he fell for Clay huh? His grandmother once told him that if you think you’re in love with someone start counting to three, if you can’t make it to three without thinking about them then you’re in love, true love. He just wanted to make sure. One... Two... Th- “Jack!”

He turned to look who that accented voice belonged to. It was Clay! He ran into his arms and started kissing him. He couldn’t help it. It seemed that neither could Clay. Both were lip locked as if they had lost the key. Then they pulled away, both of them slightly disappointed. “So... wanna go meet my family? They’ve been dying to find out who the mystery redhead is.” Jack couldn’t help but smile. Christmas Eve was starting to look up.

my favorite screenshots are the ones posted with no context

Master Splinter origin story

this is a poem

Y’all lookin at his pupils?? Boi he is crying! He doesn’t want to hurt the people he loves but he’s dying to pull the trigger and follow orders! He’s fighting between emotion and logic. Logic being to follow orders, like a good soldier would.

Execute Order 66

I’m so confused as to what in the seven kingdoms is going on but i love it.