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I found a badfic generator and put GTOP into it
I hope you are ready because I totally was nOT
Up a buttcrack, Jiyong slapped his rock. He had been busy with the rock for hours and now wanted nothing more than a leaking cuddle or a foul massage from his lover Tabi.
He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his oozing Tabi appeared at the door, grinning closely.
“Put down the rock,” Tabi said loosely. “Unless you want me to slap that rock on your t*tty.”
Jiyong put down the rock. He was hairy. He had never seen Tabi so wet before and it made him blue.
Tabi picked up the rock, then withdrew a cats from his booty. “Don’t be so hairy,” Tabi said with a wet grimace. “A bootyfish bit my left nostril this morning, and everything became bad-smelling. Now with this rock and this cats I can loosely rule the world!”
Jiyong clutched his moist left nostril dumbly. This was his lover, his oozing Tabi, now staring at him with a wet booty.
“Fight it!” Jiyong shouted. “The bootyfish just wants the rock for his own oozing devices! He doesn’t love you, not the leaking way I do!”
Jiyong could see Tabi trembling dumbly. Jiyong reached out his t*tty and touched Tabi’s booty loosely. He was oozing, so oozing, but he knew only his moist love for Tabi would break the bootyfish’s spell.
Sure enough, Tabi dropped the rock with a thunk. “Oh, Jiyong,” he squealed. “I’m so leaking, can you ever forgive me?”
But Jiyong had already moved up a buttcrack. Like a giant clown that took a dump all over times square, he pressed his t*tty into Tabi’s booty. And as they fell together in a bad-smelling fit of love, the rock lay on the floor, blue and forgotten.
ronnie i think i peed my pants oh my godI AM WHEEZING I CAN’T STOP CRYING I NEED HELP
I am CRYING
WHO SAID IT WAS OK TO POST SOMETHING THIS HORRIBLE!??!??
My first reaction was ‘Nice thought but there’s no way, Coulson is much younger than…’ and then I stopped mid-thought.
Because you know what.
You know what.
After Steve, the US government had to keep trying to recreate the Super-Soldier Serum.
And who
and who
would be the FIRST DAMN PERSON IN LINE to volunteer?
They told us it never worked again. And that was kind of true. They never again recreated the super-strength or the gleaming pecs. But other things, they got right. They got the vastly delayed aging. And the kind of reflexes that make a man able to take out two armed thugs with a bag of flour. And the talent for leading through example. And they got the most important part, Erskine’s favorite part: the magnification of moral fiber, taking the loyalty and selflessness of a loyal and selfless man and making him into something spectacular.
Coulson didn’t buy those vintage cards on Ebay.
He’s had them since he was a little boy.
That little boy right there.
sweet jesus reblogging again for that insight
Meteorological Triptych - the only 2 photos (to date) of a tornado, rainbow and lightning bolt together.
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