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Squidward clocking out of the Krusty Krab and heading to the nearest gay after hours event
dr otto octavius arriving to a different universe and seeing spider-man's multi million dollar worth nanosuit
Uploading the video too because I really need you all to take in that over-the-shoulder pause before Snorlax kills me on impact
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Some words to use when writing things:
winking
clenching
pulsing
fluttering
contracting
twitching
sucking
quivering
pulsating
throbbing
beating
thumping
thudding
pounding
humming
palpitate
vibrate
grinding
crushing
hammering
lashing
knocking
driving
thrusting
pushing
force
injecting
filling
dilate
stretching
lingering
expanding
bouncing
reaming
elongate
enlarge
unfolding
yielding
sternly
firmly
tightly
harshly
thoroughly
consistently
precision
accuracy
carefully
demanding
strictly
restriction
meticulously
scrupulously
rigorously
rim
edge
lip
circle
band
encircling
enclosing
surrounding
piercing
curl
lock
twist
coil
spiral
whorl
dip
wet
soak
madly
wildly
noisily
rowdily
rambunctiously
decadent
degenerate
immoral
indulgent
accept
take
invite
nook
indentation
niche
depression
indent
depress
delay
tossing
writhing
flailing
squirming
rolling
wriggling
wiggling
thrashing
struggling
grappling
striving
straining
“influencer” is such a sinister title. it’s got all the menace of “royal adviser” but none of the raw sex appeal.
𝖍.𝖕. 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙🖤🐙
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My Divine Aphrodite
I worship at your altar and admire thine beauty
My divine Aphrodite.
With hair like spun gold which down your spine cascades.
Each kiss like fruit ripe from the vine.
In all things you are perfect, in all things divine.
I Do Not Know My Own Heart
I do not know my own heart, it betrays my mind. I feel torment.
Am I to chase happiness and rise or to settle for what is safe?
Will I cry out in joy or am I to lament?
I Know...
I Know This; being true to yourself is as frightening as drowning. Sometimes you would much rather close your eyes and sip the water down until your lungs are full instead of confessing who you are and accept that you are flawed and imperfect.
The Green Glen
Down by the Green Glen’s river.
Down by the Bluebell Woods.
Where the willow branches shiver in the tall oak’s neighborhood.
Close by the Pixie Dell, where the fairies dance and play. That’s where you’ll find the beauty of the unicorn at bay.
Oh, through the morning glory as the mists begin to clear, you can smell the flowers and woodsmoke from the hermit’s cave that’s near.
You can sometimes hear him singing some strange lilt that no one knows as he makes the magic crystals in the Kingdom of Avalon.
-The Crow Queen
Bestill Your Violent Heart.
Bestill your violent heart my love; calm your raging soul.
Forget your damaged past my dear and let me make you whole.
I'll quell your demons, embrace them even; your darkness I'm not leaving.
Bestill your violent heart, my love; Fall into my gentle arms.
Calm your raging soul my dear; I'll never do you harm.
-The Crow Queen
Silk & Starlight
Soft and cool like winter’s first chill; your touch quiets the demon.
Your skin shimmers like twilight’s stars and I know I’ve found my beacon.
I am forever wrapped in your silk and starlight.
-The Crow Queen
I Know....
I know this; The most painful thing is lying to yourself to appease others.
I have returned!
I have returned after forgetting I had this little thing and after looking over I have decided to use this once more!
Snow White Virgin
Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her. I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.
I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth. Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.
-The Crow Queen
I know the grass is green
I know the sky is blue