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go joh n turf war go 🗣️ man how do u draw pants much less overalls
ignore the shitty blurry quality @chanontherun
GUYS GUESS WHO LIKED THE ACTOR SAYING "Oscar has yearning bottom eyes" VIDEO?????
NICOLE FUCKING PIASTRI
Petition to get Eric Delano a fucking backbone
guess who disappeared all December but came back in new years in the morning
SCRUNCHY BEBY I LOVE THIS OLDMAN

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You expect your secretary to come to work dressed like this. When your daughter leaves the house like this, it's uncomfortable for you. What if that's your son?
look at what i'm working on instead of act seven of EHA. this isn't part of the rosquez series i'm writing which is like...based on 2025 season. this is different. pov outsider, my beloved:
Roser is not a weak woman, but she is weak for her sons. They’re good boys, her boys. Reckless with their bodies. Reckless with their hearts. Even Alex, who pretends that he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, in interest of being his older brother’s shield. Alex doesn’t know that Marc doesn’t need a shield, not when he’s fashioned his skin into armor, ready to protect the soft parts. Roser watches the old press conferences, searching for clues and hints that she had not picked up in real time, over and over again. She corrects past versions of herself, past version that saw nothing wrong with her twenty year old son gallivanting with riders much older than her. Nothing wrong with the starry-eyed gaze he awarded one particular. In her best moments, she blames herself. In her worst moments, she blames her ex-husband. It’s the in-between, where she exists most of the time, she blames the man at fault, Valentino Rossi. She is in the in-between when she welcomes him to her table.