"You had a rock thrown at your head by your brother? That's not nice."
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"You had a rock thrown at your head by your brother? That's not nice."

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imagine being the first hockey bitch in your league to like get your styling done like blazer white boat shoes sockless and like outfit miami vice… and then you walked into like the all-star game or whatever hockey people have and everyone dropped their mouth guards and was shookedt? like everyone doing cat-cow back arches was just in shock and you walked across the freshly zamboni'd ice in your menswearhouse.com $49.99 unironed white linen blazer sleeves rolled like your life depended on it… yes god! my mans ilya looks away in humility but you KNOW he’s taping stick that night……manning a different crease…..
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I want my pussy feathered right now until I’m gushing

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Sorry for not planeposting lately, I lost all interest in planes in favour of writing a 70s gay romcom about a murderous masc4masc odd couple engaging in a gruesome crime spree in rural Illinois.
When their Eomma claims that their Mama and Mom are still with them, the Choi-Ryu children dismiss it outright as delusions of their grief-stricken, dementia-ridden mother. And maybe, at first, that’s all it is.
But sometimes, out of the corner of their eyes, they can see things. Feel things. Hear things. Things that don’t add up.
Indents in Mira’s clothing, caused by something actively pushing down on them. Her hair being brushed to the side by an invisible force in a windless room. There’s a distant laugh they haven’t heard in months. A hand brushes against their shoulder when they cry.
It’s almost as if-
But no. No, that can’t be right.
Ghosts aren’t real, of course.
(If they were, then surely their Mama and Mom would appear to them, as well, and not just their Eomma.)
deep in my head i'm imagining Bleetus and Ivan making out.