♠ hated by @arsenicCatturbate
O-> I Get To+ Put My Legs Acro+ss My Highblo+o+d's Lap During Lunch 🤭
concept: pitchbaiting your blackrom crush by purposefully commenting dense things on their chits or starting arguements just to feel the thrill of them inching closer to snapping and putting you in your place (concept: Reader/Kismesis, pitchfic, blackrom, #nsfw, asking for it, <3<, chittr mention, out of quadlock, archive rating: M)
ok animal tierlist except i just used the template so theres only so many on here https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3d99d3c3b856.png
STOP PITYING AND HATING MY CHITTS AND TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!
thats it youre going into the grease pit
#eridanwweek day fivve freak fivve day
does anyone fuck wiIith my pokemon team https://fiIile.garden/YAmhqBgapBy70P5c/chiIittr/pokemon.png
evveryone wwho reacted to my last post propositionin lowwbloods for free manual EXCRUCIATING labor is gettin swwooped up by drones tonight an gettin a all expense paid trip to eridan island
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✿ u kno wat fukk u https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/pictures/70000/nahled/spray-bottle-while-spraying.jpg
✿ wait can u guys hate on that chick's new album her band is trash and rebel music is such old dookieeee bruh she just tryna hop on the alt wave 🙄 didnt mean to rechitt that DOODOOOOOOO
ill never be grant macdonald tho
i should give up making music
im so fucking tired im not sexist i just think having genuine crazily huge boobs is impractical and stupid i also feel the same way about men who have crazy muscles but oh its sexist when a woman is mentioned no its fucking not grow up im expressing my opinion dont like it dont interact did we learn nothing about anything #rant #nsfw
guyz im actually not zeriouz about hating eridan week btw i waz bored i #dontgiveazhit
assertiwve vwomen vwith mental health issues feel free to send me a dm.
am i the ONLY one not allowwed to post trendy lyrics on my timeline wwithout gettin hate fuck the lot a you
STOP HATING MY SHIT, FUCKERS
IVE BEEN WANDERING FOR LIKE AN HOUR WHERE THE FUCK IS A GOOD BURGER SPOT.
#fuckyou #fuckyou #fuckyou #fuckyou #fuckyou #fuckyou
is it too much to wwant a adorable midblood to keep in a cage and havve em forcibly do a lil jig the rest a their life as short as its gonna be
[After eating their healthy soup, the two girls and the town set out on their journey to find the motherfucking cat so they could kill it and get back to their regular Pony Pal shit. As they rode, Pam looted a sweatshirt from a conveniently-nearby corpse. Anna didn’t ask Pam how she knew the corpse was there.] “This sweatshirt will make a perfect [smothering tool] for the cat,” she said. When they went back outside, Acorn was still standing at the fence, looking into the woods. The Pony Pals [thought he was idly contemplating the terrifying vacuum that one inevitably finds when searching for any sort of meaning in existence, as he was wont to do. Little did they know that today, Acorn was brooding on a more personal terror. Minos would be coming for him, and Acorn had a feeling that the moment of his arrival would be very soon indeed. And then that infernal cat would lead Acorn somewhere. He would use no halter or reins, but Acorn knew that this was the one rider that he could not buck.] “We have important work to do today,” Anna told Acorn. “We’re going to look for [that unholy] cat[, and then we are going to embrace our basest and most primal bloodlust and rend its head from its body.”] Anna put her left foot in the stirrup and swung up on the saddle [for what Acorn knew would probably be the last time. Acorn was not one for sentimentality. Emotions, he had found, started to fade from one’s mind after the first few thousand years of living. But Minos’ words the other day had reawakened something within him. Why did he let Anna put a saddle on him? His previous riders had all been mighty gladiators, inspiring leaders of men, brilliant warrior-poets, or chefs of above-average talent. And now... Anna Harley, Pony Pal. He was no unicorn, attracted to and tamed by the purity of a young woman. Then again, Anna was far from pure. But it was not her bloodthirstiness that had drawn Acorn to her either. Was it really, as Minos had tauntingly suggested, fear of his own power and his increasing inability to properly control it? Acorn had to admit that he was getting old. Getting tired. Was he trying to sequester himself, to forget all the he had been, and the potential he had? The potential to be what had never before been, and what could barely be at all? Was Anna the steel-lined concrete containment building around the nuclear fusion reactor that was his mind? Anna took up Acorn’s reins and led him into the woods. Together, they melted into the tree line. All three — the girl, the pony, the woods — were lovely, dark, and deep. But Acorn had a promise to keep. And miles to go— and miles to go] #DetectivePony