>>23468271
based
got any frustrated angies on you?
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>ir*sh is the reddit ethnicity
I got some apple cider!!!
Can you post Filipinas?
Labubu
>Erm what about Season 2 guise?
shut your gay raped nigger ass up please. literally just trying to change the subject.
shut your gay raped nigger ass up please. literally just trying to change the subject.
Can't believe Wyatt is dead like Klaus' brother
THE NEW SUPER EYEPATCH WOLF VIDEO ESSAY IS UP
ISHOWSPEED FRANCE STREAM WAS HELLA LIT
>>212813675
while i dont disagree with sentiment its these sort of threads that are just god awful and ruining this site. the problem isn't that it's lowbrow and lazy and disrespectful as you're pushing the responsibility of hashing out your own opinion onto us but its that its gay and tired.
>SOUL
fucking kill yourself
while i dont disagree with sentiment its these sort of threads that are just god awful and ruining this site. the problem isn't that it's lowbrow and lazy and disrespectful as you're pushing the responsibility of hashing out your own opinion onto us but its that its gay and tired.
>SOUL
fucking kill yourself
ASMONGOLD IS LIVE
BWC MEANTIONED
SEX WITH ANGIE
KAI CENAT IS LIVE
RACHEL IS LIVE!!!!!!
ISHOWSPEED IS LIVE
KAI CENAT IS LIVE
KAI CENAT IS LIVE LET'S GOOOO
anyone got angie's nip pic? i have the vod but dont want to watch the whole thing thanks in advance gamers
ASMONGOLD IS LIVE
Angie gave us the best reaction pics this season
KAI CENAT IS LIVE
>>212070850
That's fucking hot
That's fucking hot
ARYEH KNOWS ABOUT MARKEY HE WOULDNT READ THE DELIVERY THAT INCLUDED THE NAME IN IT
>>211869761
jesus fucking christ
jesus fucking christ
JET NEPTUNE DIES TONIGHT
>Angie got the money
She won
She won
Arye lost.
>trannies and basement incel virgins rageposting that angie is still being posted
top kek. posting pretty princess for the next 4 seasons
top kek. posting pretty princess for the next 4 seasons
Imagine lovingly stretching out angie's butthole until its a nice big swollen brown ring that she can dilate with ease
MFW ELLIE SHOWS ME HER LITTLE BOOTY CHEEKS AND I CUM
>>211670633
it applies more to angie imo
it applies more to angie imo
>someone in here is going home
why the fuck cant they just keep them for a lil longer? maybe wait a fucking week before you CRASH OUT
why the fuck cant they just keep them for a lil longer? maybe wait a fucking week before you CRASH OUT
B U Y
A N G I E
S T O C K
A N G I E
S T O C K
>LANKY MID WHITE GUY
>>211587346
Scary how close you are but we actually dated online for two years then met when she was 18, fucked and then married when she was 19 and have been married ever since, which is about five years now and yes I was literally 30 when we met
Scary how close you are but we actually dated online for two years then met when she was 18, fucked and then married when she was 19 and have been married ever since, which is about five years now and yes I was literally 30 when we met
Why does Angie hate Daniel?
YESSSSSSSSS TELL THE FISH HE GOT VAGUELY KICKED FOR BEING "ANNOYING" SO THEY'RE AFRAID TO DO ANYTHING FUNNY
BRAVOOOOOOOOO
BRAVOOOOOOOOO
LAST CALL FOR SCREENSHOTS OF JIN IN THE TANK
>*when you find a touch starved easily manipulated sexually frustrated guy to do your bidding*
I met Freddie on Grindr during a sticky summer night in Brooklyn. His profile pic was grainy, black and white—him in a torn Dead Boys tee, lip ring glinting, tattoos wrapping his arms like graffiti. Bio just said: NYC punk, don’t be boring.
He messaged first:
“You actually listen to Black Flag, or is that just for clout?”
I laughed.
“You always open with accusations or just on Tuesdays?”
We ended up chatting for hours. Punk bands, trashy dive bars, why the East Village used to mean something. Then, out of nowhere:
“Also, I’m a power bottom. Just putting that out there.”
Direct. No shame. I liked that.
We met the next night outside some bar on Ludlow. He showed up in ripped jeans, combat boots, and a patched-up leather jacket that smelled like smoke and beer. He lit a cigarette, handed me one, and said, “You look taller on the app.”
He took me to a show in the basement of a bodega. We yelled along to some local band covering The Germs, then stumbled back to his place—a cramped studio with posters taped to the walls and an old record player skipping through Joy Division.
Things moved fast. He kissed like he was trying to shut his brain off. I pushed him against the couch, and he bit his lip, pulling me down. “I like it rough,” he said into my neck, voice ragged.
And he meant it.
Later, tangled in sheets, sweat cooling, he traced my chest with a chipped black nail. “Most guys think I’m the one who wants to be in control,” he said. “They don’t get it.”
I did. Or at least, I didn’t try to change it.
We didn’t last—he was too wild, too restless. But every now and then, I hear some punk riff in a coffee shop and think of him. Freddie, with his sharp tongue, soft moans, and that tattoo that read DISASTER across his ribs.
He messaged first:
“You actually listen to Black Flag, or is that just for clout?”
I laughed.
“You always open with accusations or just on Tuesdays?”
We ended up chatting for hours. Punk bands, trashy dive bars, why the East Village used to mean something. Then, out of nowhere:
“Also, I’m a power bottom. Just putting that out there.”
Direct. No shame. I liked that.
We met the next night outside some bar on Ludlow. He showed up in ripped jeans, combat boots, and a patched-up leather jacket that smelled like smoke and beer. He lit a cigarette, handed me one, and said, “You look taller on the app.”
He took me to a show in the basement of a bodega. We yelled along to some local band covering The Germs, then stumbled back to his place—a cramped studio with posters taped to the walls and an old record player skipping through Joy Division.
Things moved fast. He kissed like he was trying to shut his brain off. I pushed him against the couch, and he bit his lip, pulling me down. “I like it rough,” he said into my neck, voice ragged.
And he meant it.
Later, tangled in sheets, sweat cooling, he traced my chest with a chipped black nail. “Most guys think I’m the one who wants to be in control,” he said. “They don’t get it.”
I did. Or at least, I didn’t try to change it.
We didn’t last—he was too wild, too restless. But every now and then, I hear some punk riff in a coffee shop and think of him. Freddie, with his sharp tongue, soft moans, and that tattoo that read DISASTER across his ribs.
>>211544091
he's horny
he's horny
>>211528737
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>Mints, bring me a gun next
mfw