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@b7itzy
#B7ITZY – BLITZØ SIDEBLOG ( follows from hazb1nh0tels ) based off the shows. highly dabbled in headcanons. independent , private , & low activity. many trigger warnings , read rules. reformed by d ( any pronouns , 31 , pst. ) TEMP PSA : hard reset , gonna unfollow everyone, if you still wanna interact , just refollow me ! i'll follow back. also going iconless for a bit. i adore you all !
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ㅤㅤㅤ— 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗔’𝗦 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗔𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗭𝗢’𝗦 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗜𝗥 ;ㅤhis tone is an infuriating mix of pride and chaos that she’s all too used to by now ( not that it’s any less infuriating, though… ) Her tail swishes once, twice, then stills, rubine orbs narrowing as she takes a moment to process the absurdity of his idea. “Oh, yeah, fucking brilliant,” she drawls, voice dripping with sarcasm as her claws flex tightly against crossed arms. “Because nothing screams ‘professional hit squad’ like sending chopped-up body parts as a message. Real subtle...”
ㅤㅤㅤShe doesn’t even flinch when the knife lands with a satisfying thunk somewhere behind her; she tilts her head just ever so, sending him a glare, brow raising, “Would you get off my back?” she snaps, shifting her stance in an attempt to do so, gaze drifting back momentarily to the carnage left in their wake before she sighs, pinching the bridge of her muzzle with two clawed fingers. “Look, if you’re really set on the whole ‘chop them to bits’ thing, or whatever, maybe try running it by someone who gives a shit about aesthetics.”
ㅤㅤㅤLoona gestures vaguely before locking eyes with him again, her patience already wearing thin. “Like, I don’t know, Moxxie or something. Better yet, why don’t we just get this shit done and call it a day. How’s that sound?” There’s a slight smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth, tempting to give away how amused she actually is — though, she’d rather drop dead than admit it,
SOMEONE WOKE UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE DOG BED ! features scrunch slightly when @gynaiko speaks , making note of the sarcasm dripping from her lips. haha. very funny. who’s supposed to be the clown here anyway ? claws cling to her shoulder , not enough to pierce or hurt ( he’d never hurt his baby , even if she has her little bitchy moments ) just enough to hold on ; something to allow her to move freely while he still keeps himself in her proximity – despite her complaints.
once she stops moving though , he does relent , hopping off to land right next to her ; somewhat elegantly for the imp. ❛ who the fuck ever said hit squads had to be subtle ? ❜ subtle is definitely not his middle name. still , the next point isn’t necessarily a bad one. he could just ask mox – except the fellow imp was pissed at him about something again – bitched about him interrupting his & millie’s private , sexy time , or being in their fridge too much or – something ! honestly , blitz’s brain started to tune him out after a few minutes.
❛ nah. mox got his thong in a bunch over some shit. took a couple’a days off to – mental health or somethin’. plus – ❜ the imp is quick to get in front of his daughter , grinning up at her with pride. ❛ i wanna hear what my little loony likes. you’re – hip & with the young imps , hounds , & shit. i figured you’d know what customers would want. ❜
DESPITE WHAT THE GENERAL PUBLIC BELIEVES ; there is a braincell or two still working up there , ticking away with some effort. it’s a gift. like when he’d analyze how to do the tricks at the circus – not much has really changed in that regard. hues glide over their surroundings , attempting ( with fatigue ) to ignore the fucking moron that clearly got them into this mess ! it takes a beat – maybe two before he has a plan –
“ hey , you better make a move fast , man.” comes the annoying taunt from @ddyfckr.
glare is thrown at the reptile demon , clearly having had enough of this issue. a beat , before – ❛ uh - huh , ya done ? i could get us outta this shithole , but it looks like you’d rather yap. unless – you have a plan y’wanna share with the class , dickhead. ❜
@ddyfckr taunts: “you just keep doing it. you just go and you do it again, and then you do it again.”
❛ YEAH , YEAH , YA SOUND LIKE A FUCKIN’ BROKEN RECORD ! ❜ the imp is almost a thousand percent sure the cowboy just likes hearing the sound of his own fucking voice. what’s he supposed to do , huh ? not fuck his ticket to the mortal realm ? it’s not like he’s any more thrilled than the next guy. honestly – with all the royal bullshit , he’s starting to think the hitman might be a little envious of his situation.
cue the shiteating grin ! barrel of the gun pointed at the vermin that just won’t seem to fucking die ! ❛ i’m startin’ t’think ya might be a little jealous there , partner. it’s alright , daddy’ll fuck ya if ya ask real pretty. ❜ the imp’s tongue peeks out from his mouth , smirk only widening as tail sways before wrapping around the cowboy’s ankle , a sharp yank to throw him off his balance ; gun cocked as claw tugs at the trigger to shoot toward the other’s head.
This was something that he had to do. The idea of Blitz no longer being here? That was one of his worst fears. If he hadn't seen the imp pop up on his television screen he would've lost him. But he didn't, thankfully they were dumb enough to televise the whole court room. It meant that Stolas was able to have this chance to do what was right.
Now all of Hell was aware of what he had done. Which was going to take some getting used too. Considering people weren't exactly his biggest fan right now. But he'd get through it. He had Blitz, Loona, and he assumed Moxxie and Millie too. The only thing he wished he did have was his daughter. Hopefully he'd be able to see her again soon.
The fact that Blitz was telling him he didn't have to do that made him shake his head. The idea of letting Blitz take the blame, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself. Especially if he sat there and watched it all happen before his very eyes. Stolas looked at him and reached out to caress the other's cheek.
"If I hadn't been there, I would've lost you." Stolas admits. Other imps that cared about Blitz would've lost him too. That wasn't fair. "You didn't deserve to take the fall for everything. It wouldn't have been right."
I WOULD HAVE LOST YOU . . . words reverberate in the ever skeptical mind , almost foreign ; no – they are foreign to him. no one has ever cared about him , not the way stolas truly seems to. it’s almost maddening – how far the fowl will go to prove himself to the ever disappointing imp. why ? how could he – a fucking noble – ever have truly fallen for the dirtiest , grimiest motherfucker to ever have existed in hell ?
still , the royal had proven his worth to him – had rescued him & admitted his love for him ; despite everything blitz had done – he still cared for him.
a soft purr leaves the imp as the owl’s fingers touch his cheek. for once , he doesn’t pull away or reject the soft advances. maybe it’s the fact that it’s blitz’s fault that stolas is stuck with the underlings now. or maybe he’s finally ready to accept that loving feeling that’s slowly creeping down his throat and into his stomach ; sitting heavily like a stone ready to rupture him from the inside out.
sharp claws gingerly take hold of his lover’s own , cradling his hand to his chest. ❛ well , now you’re stuck here with the rest of us. ❜ it’s meant to be playful , though after everything – he wouldn’t fault the bird for not even cracking a smile. ❛ slummin’ it with the poor. ❜ forked tongue peeks out from lips , smile kind before he rests his head against his owl’s own.
❛ i’ll fix this for ya . . . don’t worry. ❜
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@sux4life lamented : i don't want to turn back time anymore, but i do miss when i thought that i was loved.
THERE’S THE SOFT HINT OF A WINCE ; words painful to hear ( though deep down , he always knew he’d hurt her. ) he can’t go back. he can’t ever fix what he’d done to her. but he could apologize – a million times over , he could say sorry & explain just how terrified he was every time they got just a little too close to . . . love. that wasn’t what it was – at least , not to him ; yet , he knows now just how deeply he must’ve hurt her. the moment she spoke those unrelenting words ( i think i love you ) he did what he always did – ran. as far as fucking possible.
❛ i’m really sorry , ver. i didn’t mean – i didn’t want any of this to happen. i just – i panicked. ❜ the truth is heavy upon gilded tongue , that feeling of running creeping back into his chest ; though , this time , the fights to remain beside her.
claws carefully move to take the star’s hand , holding it as he wracks his brain for something nice to say. something that will make her feel better for once. for once this isn’t about him. ❛ i was a pretty shit lay though , huh ? ❜ ( comedy for the uncomfortable ; welcome to blitzø’s circus ! & for his last trick of the night – )
❛ i did – i do – love ya. ❜ ( beat. ) ❛ just – not like ya wanted me to. ❜
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He hadn't planned for this. For everything to come full circle, but it was here now. Everything was out in the open. Every one knew what he had done for an imp. Yet, just like he had told the court he had zero regrets. He would've done it again. Though, there were things he would've done differently about their situation, but that was something he couldn't have a redo on. But now he had lost everything. The main thing he really cared about was that he couldn't go back home to Octavia.
As he laid down on the couch he glanced over at Blitz. Although he was upset with how things turned out, he couldn't fault Blitz for it. They had agreed to these terms. Plus it was all Andrealphus fault anyway. His and Stella's. Though, he's also never been without his powers so that was going to take some getting used too.
"I'm sorry, for being a burden on you and Loona."
A MENTAL STRUGGLE IS EVER PRESENT ; lingering at the forefront , begging for answers , yet too weary & depleted to actually ask. is it forgiveness he seeks ? a bitter cold in his chest pounds , scratches to finally be let out. the lump in his throat feels heavier , like he might suffocate if he finally reveals his feelings.
but stolas has done nothing to reinforce his fears – if anything , he’s made him feel . . . loved ? the concept is foreign , but if this isn’t it , then he’s really not sure what it feels like. if this giant bird has revealed himself to all of hell to protect him – it’s not manipulation. that would make sense. love is the only true answer , & yet , doubt still lingers , that chain ever clinking.
❛ you’re not ! a - a burden , i mean. ❜ a blanket is provided , tucking the fowl in. a part of him has half a mind to offer his bed , but it’d probably be too small anyway. a little inappropriate maybe. there’s a calm that washes over him , having both his beloveds under the same roof.
❛ you didn’t have to do that , stolas. ❜ his name is heavy on his heart. the thought of losing him banging at the chaos in his brain. ❛ pretty stupid actually. now you’re stuck with us peasants ! ❜ ( the joke lands flat , even for himself. the knot growing thicker in his throat. ) ❛ could’ve died – fuckin’ – idiot . . . ❜ claws linger over the blanket , worrisome grip tightening softly.
“I know I have no right to hope, but I must ask: Can you forgive me? Can you love me?”
Here comes one of the thoughts I have about what this scene could be, based on the teaser only. This cake is filled with my loving affection for them and sprinkled with my delusional feelings 😭🫶💓
Quote is from “Sense & Sensibility” (Jane Austen, BBC, 2008)
gynaiko forgot the axe ?!
& CUE THE MIXTURE OF PRIDE & ANNOYANCE ; whoever said fatherhood is a mystery deserves an award ( people say that shit , right ? ) gun is aimed passed her & at the twits preparing another missile ; two pops of the firearm & they’re down for the count , leaving the pair to their conversation . . . okay , so maybe there’s more , but he can multitask !
❛ you know what i meant , loona. i need it to chop them up when we’re done. i’m thinking of sending a message : fuck with us & we’ll chop ya to bits ! ❜ he’s somehow landed on the wolf’s shoulder , arms outstretched to make her ‘ picture it ’ . a beat before he grabs a knife & chucks it as an oncoming threat. ❛ fuckin’ brilliant isn’t it ! ? or , like , something like that. ❜
never stop blowing up ( 2024- ) e01 : be kind, rewind sentence starters ↪ taken from dimension 20's 22nd season. alter as you see fit ♡
“oh wait, i have to come up with the name right now!”
“this was the thing i forgot to do!”
“oh shit! wait, actually, that's… wait, actually?”
“ooh, look at my lovely cardigan!”
“i did think you were going to say tits.”
“that actually does really help me remember.”
“it's for parties. it's for chill kickbacks.”
“i think that's incredible.”
“it's a giant wrench.”
“without siblings, we're nothing.”
“you're gonna get me in trouble with my boss again. you can't do donuts in the parking lot.”
“it scares away the customers.”
“you're not gonna stay for the whole shift, are you?”
“i don't know what you're gonna eat, but that's not gonna be good when it's cold.”
“hey, you better make a move fast, man.”
“things are scary down there.”
“you do what you want, but at the end of the day, you're wasting your time at a place like this.”
“this is a dead end.”
“you need to take your life seriously, man.”
“i watch anime.”
“webster's is trash.”
“these kids, sweeties, they're not going anywhere. they're not going anywhere, believe me.”
“sorry, i was going to invite you to go out for a drink.”
“what are you gonna do in the big world?”
“i take it back. i take it back.”
“you're gonna bury us all.”
“i'll get the information somehow. you can trust me!”
“do me a favor. step behind this door.”
“what's behind the door?”
“he got squished to death.”
“who are you calling?”
“that's okay, i'll just pick them up from here when i come.”
“that's nice. i do like that.”
“oh my god, i keep calling people about that phone. it doesn't work.”
“what if i have to call i have to scream for them or something. good thing i have life alerts everywhere.”
“say hi to everybody! everybody you see, say hi.”
“you're drawing a spreadsheet by hand?”
“you may not be able to push buttons on that keyboard, but you push my buttons every day.”
“[name], you're my rock, and i am counting on you.”
“what do you need? i'll be right there.”
“can you do me a favor, sweetheart?”
“that's incredible, man. i'm so happy for you.”
“i always wondered what we might have done together, but then again, as you always say, you work alone.”
“i think you'd only slow me down, [name].”
“do you need a ride, or are you just gonna get there yourself?”
“what've you got going on here?”
“i can't believe you guys are closing down. what the hell? that's crazy, i can't believe it. why are you guys shutting down?”
“i just love the vibe.”
“i don't think there's any long-term ramifications of having no sort of collective ownership of actual, real, concrete media.”
“sorry, i just popped a really big mint in.”
“thank god, man. thank god you're here.”
“he looks like anybody, and he looks like everybody.”
“i'll give you one second to change your mind and not embarrass yourself.”
“i'd hate to have lunch with you.”
“dude's kinda weird.”
“what's going on with you?”
“what've you been doing on facebook all day?”
“why don't you let go, [name]? i let go, and i'm feeling amazing, all right?”
“what'd you ask? you want to rip my carpet?”
“i can't believe what that fucker was saying.”
“i could pick them up tomorrow for you.”
“god, it's hot in here. do you want a fan or something?”
“i've never tried that.”
“what the hell? are you okay?”
“you callin' me a chicken, [name]? ’cause i'm actually the cock of the walk.”
“god, that's fucking cool.”
“i think you're technically right once again, there.”
“i'm good, i'm good. living my best life. living my hottest sexy single life.”
“oh, you wrote it down, like old-fashioned style.”
“i left this post-it note in your lunch cubby.”
“we could get cataract surgery together, if you wanted.”
“this is eye-opening for me.”
“you just keep doing it. you just go and you do it again, and then you do it again.”
“you already said your name.”
“we're gonna kind of have a party of sorts.”
“a bottle of wine, then, is called for.”
“i think you can probably hang up.”
“he kind of sounded like a wizard or something.”
“oh my god, the tv's broken. everything's breaking.”
“you know what? i'll come with you.”
“is everything okay at home?”
“it was an accident. she didn't mean to.”
“you spent $400 on pants?”
“i hope i have arrived in time to join the festivities.”
“it was a joint effort.”
“did you eat those seeds yourself?”
“i never grow tired of it. i watch it again and again and again.”
“how do you know my name?”
“sorry, what was your question?”
“little bit of snow for your ski trip.”
“oh my god, i'm hideous!”
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hello lovelies ! would you all strangle me if i cleared out my drafts & started fresh ? i'm officially done moving in & getting everything settled. so i'm wanting to hop on here again. but i think i'll be clearing everything out. potential exceptions for things that have been plotted / reach out to me !
❝ Wow! I've never heard that one before! It's almost flattering that you can't seem to ignore me, Blitz-oh. ❞ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, peering down at him from over the top of her heart-shaped sunglasses. She is too fucking hungover for this. ❝ I know this may come as a shock, but I actually have important shit to do. ❞
IT’S ATROCIOUSLY A S T O N I S H I N G ; how easily she’s able to crawl back under his skin. cue the obvious eye roll , a twitch barely noticeable when she saunters his full name. ❛ the o is sile – fuckin’ christ , forget it. yeah ? you have important shit t’do ? why don’t ya fuck on over to your ring & do it ? no one wants you here , verosika. there’s plenty of other places to get fucked up in hell. bye , bitch. ❜
SHE’S GETTING TOO GODDAMN CLOSE ; they haven’t explicitly talked about it , but he can see it – it’s ever present in the way she calls his name , the way she always wants to be with him , the way @redemptsin practically melts at his touch & follows every command like it’s the fuckin’ law. in another universe – it might be cute , even sweet. but they’re in hell. there’s no such thing as cute & sweet. ( people who do that here are lying – manipulating you into something they want ; only he can’t for the life of him figure out what the fuck she wants ! ) it’s maddening – like a rollercoaster pulling you into the darkness , on a malfunctioning track ; you wait , but the drop never comes & the anxiety engulfs you like a monster in the obscurity. he wishes she would just ( tell him. )
it's not love – he knows that much ; those born in hell couldn’t feel such emotions , at least , he never has. that’s for the humans. the weird flesh bags seem to find comfort in each other , though he’s worked long enough to know it’s all just bullshit ; even humanity doesn’t love each other – the term forever lost to the infinite abyss. & if they couldn’t feel it . . . well , there was never any hope for imp kind.
that was the question , wasn’t it ? when did he stop ( loving ) caring for the succubus. while the relationship hadn’t exactly started as friends , he’d certainly grown fond of her. grown close to her. ( but everyone that gets close to you burns blitzo ) the further he kept those he – felt something for – the better. no one gets hurt if they can’t get close.
once again she followed exactly what he said – got on her knees & degraded herself for him. it started out fun & nasty – but it wasn’t the same. it wasn’t the same as when they first started fucking each other’s brains out ; spending the entirety of some nights inside one another & making crude jokes while they moaned out each other’s names & disturbed the neighbors. no. somewhere along the lines – it all changed. too close.
it's not until she’s sucking him off that he makes the decision , having to tug her off his junk to finally get her attention ; satan – is he really that toxic ?
dark hues lower to catch a glimpse of her & for a split second he feels himself backtracking ; mind coming up with excuses for them to stay together forever – but that’s not how any of this works. words a powerful tool that strike stone heart ; grimace deepening to his features as he looks anywhere but at her. fuck. why’s it hurt so much ? pain hits him differently. & he lashes out.
❛ satan’s taint , ver , can’t you take no as a fuckin’ answer ? so fuckin’ dense. ❜ large paw lifts to shove her head away , body lifting to stand so he can get passed her ; he needs to get out before he really hurts her feelings. that’s not how he wants this all to end. it’s just a quick , simple breakup.
❛ listen , verosika – this has been a blast , but i’m just – bored of you , okay ? ❜ ( wait. shit. FUCK. ) that’s not what he meant. ❛ i – i’m getting drinks. you’re – goin’ wherever the fuck y’want. ❜ FUCK !
cont.
THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN . . . it was an accident – the chaos & destruction a painful calamity brought forth by a single , stupid act ! if only that idiot hadn’t tripped ( been shoved ) into the tent , then @clwngasm wouldn’t be . . . no. no , it was his fault. he should’ve gotten help , he should’ve raced back , he should’ve – not been such a fuck up.
the memory burns like the scar carefully crafted across his face ; cloud of white littering the once crimson flesh around eye & down his cheek , crawling over his neck to end. the ache doesn’t compare. the mind simmers far longer with much harsher lyrics – punctuated by father’s hateful nature. no point in visiting since fizzie hates him ; cash always was a good liar.
& yet , despite the physical discomfort , & the tongue lashing from the patriarch – something still pulls him in. claws scribbled upon a new piece of paper , confession written in ink with that cute flower he’d picked ( fizzie’s favorite ) & the millionth apology he can muster.
i’m so sorry , fizz.
whispered words envelope his mind as he scales the sloth ring’s infamous tower ; a use for that shitty circus after all. window drawn open & the sounds of beeping to alert life nearly overwhelms the imp – nearly drop him from a height that would not allow him life after all. the squirrely creature takes no issue finishing where he started – the window closing behind him & a sudden silence befalls him.
B L I T Z O lacking verbiage ? oh , if the old fucker could see him now. perhaps it’s the machines that cause it – or perhaps ( far more likely ) the way his best friend is laying upon the bed. so still , so quiet. a strange contrast from what he’s used to.
❛ he – ❜ voice caught in a web. another apology hangs loosely between his lips ; clawing to escape – what could he possibly say that would change fizz’s mind ? what could he emote that would convince him that he’s worthy to remain in his life – if only just a little bit longer. is it worth the disturbance ? is he worth it ?
shit. ❛ i’m sorry . . . ❜ he fucked up again – how typical. can’t even come up with something else to say. ❛ this was stupid. ❜ words are muttered under breath , digits moving to set the now crumpled letter & petite bloom upon the table – adorned with much more elegant arrangements & surely heartfelt words. cue the exit –
i'm still glad that i got to see you.
rasped verses are enough to endure a pause ; tears prickling at the edge of dark hues , head tilting to shift focus back to his friend. claws grip the windowsill – silence as gaze blurs all the more. drip , drip , drip . . .
' as if you're WORTH stalking you limp dick imp, I happen to have a show here, so fuck off.'
CUE THE EXAGGERATED EYEROLL ; there’s no effort in even attempting to hide the annoyance that radiates off the imp assassin. focus shifting to a crumpled piece of paper in his hand – if he squints he can make out the chicken scratch from loona’s notes – the job is – fuck ! ❛ G R E A T. fuckin’ great. of course you’re why i got called to this shithole of a ring. ❜
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He has to frown when the other gets dismissive of him and how he admitted to how he felt. But it wasn't like that. It wasn't like how Blitz thought at all. His feelings were real and he had felt them for quite some time now. The only thing now was to try and get the other to understand that this wasn't some joke. He was putting his heart out on the line and he really didn't want to have it crushed just because Blitz doesn't believe him.
"Blitz, I'm being completely honest with you. I am in love with you. I don't want you to just fuck me and be on your merry way. I want it to actually mean something. I want to be with you, in a way that other couples are with each other. I want to be that with you." Stolas attempts. Wanting the other to hear him and realize that he was being truthful. "I. Love. You, Blitz." Stolas states. Pausing in between each word as he stares down at the other. Waiting to see if he finally realizes that this wasn't a game.
ENCOUNTERING HONESTY WITHIN THE ASSASSIN’S MINDFRAME ; now , that is a rarity to behold – the impossibility only overshadowed with blunt nature & the aggressive denial. this isn’t the first time stolas has said something strange or personal , & it certainly wouldn’t be the last. the former clown knew – deep down – he paid attention ; the way the owl looked at him , touched him – it was all so – caring. a foreign concept to the one who knew only emotional turmoil – & the second anyone got too close for comfort ? the imp broke their commitment.
crimson hues search for the lie – finding exactly what he expects – stolas wants him. he can feel it in the way his gaze meets the other’s own. it’s – it’s painful to look at him ; to know that any minute , he’s going to break his little heart. scowl lingers at the thought – NO ! this was perfect. what they have – it’s perfect ! why is stolas trying to mess it all up ?! a fuck & he leaves. that’s it.
❛ stolas. fuckin’ stop. you don’t love me , okay ? you love gettin’ fucked by me & then going back to your royal shit – can you imagine what they’d all say ? what – you gonna just go ‘round & present your little imp - peasant as your boyfriend ? ❜ ( cue the tragic chuckle. ) ❛ c’mon – be serious for two seconds. this was never meant to be. we’re too different – we will never have what m & m have , that’s not how this all fuckin’ works , okay ? we don’t do love ! ❜ . . . but then why are his eyes starting to blur , glossy tears beginning to settle.
❛ F U C K I N ’ – not again – why are you always stalking me ? ! don’t you have some limp dick to go ride or somethin’ ? ❜
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