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Part way through Avids The Flight SMP vod 1, and my first thoughts are "emo twat" and "vsmp Owen would be so proud"
PPT SPOILERS, VAGUE SPOILERS FOR THE PROTOTYPE
He puts the mecha in the man, And the man in the Mecha âš™ Yapping below cause it's a lil long
Ashnikko you can’t make me cry on the same album you talk about mermaids with hole it’s not allowed.

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Begging myself not to elaborate on this, but I am thinking about pegging Folio.
rey's father dathan should be kenobi
You're so right! Imagine how cute they would've been. Kenobi would spoil her to the ends of the Galaxy, and when she got older you bet she would have been a menace in battle.
. “Dev0ti0n in M0tley” .
Original Poem by M&rryTh3J3st3r
Ah, to be loved by the king and his court— to be seen, to be heard, to be touched by their grace. To be shoved, and thrown, and kicked through laughter’s roar; to be mocked and made to mock, a mirror for their cruel delight.
I exist for insult and applause alike— for the sting of their jeers, for the trembling art of pleasure. When the curtains fall and the torches dim,my craft does not end upon the stage.It slips beneath the silk and sweat, where the jester becomes confessor, and the art of laughter turns to sighs.
And yet—how I love these talents of mine:the body’s play, the voice’s grace,the sacred service of the fool.
The court may use me as it wills, but he—oh, he, the king— he is the sun for which I burn. His hand may strike or linger, his gaze may sear or bless, yet I am undone beneath it.
I love him still. With heart and flesh and foolish soul, I love him still.He calls for joy, and I am joy incarnate; he calls for sin, and I am the sin made flesh.
Let him take me, ruin me, crown me with his scorn—for I am his devoted jest, his sacred plaything, his worshipper in motley. And though I am the fool, it is he who rules my ruin, and I who make his soul rejoice.