I must retire to my chamber now that you've turned on the biggie big head light but lament no more for I shall be vocal stimming very loudly from there so you could still enjoy the abundant warmth of my company
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him trying to fix the dress' strap me [saw it and got so hard i got nauseous] ,,,,, I think I hauve scurvy
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fitzjames petting neptune. if you even care.
If we’re being honest, most of us study our favourite character less like an entomologist studies a bug and more like an astronomer studies a distant star: drawing complicated inferences from extremely limited data, then getting tetchy about it when somebody else draws incompatible but equally well-supported inferences from the same data because it’s the fucking principle of the thing.
It's him. Your beautiful scurvy riddled wife.