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Tumblr, Blog, and Diamond: ( ruthfigueroa19: i wasn’t joking about this new ship of Whink diamond. anyway here some my fav ship BEllow diamond, you have no idea of the heavy breathing of joy i was doing in some parts.
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ruthfigueroa19:

i wasn’t joking about this new ship of Whink diamond. anyway here some my fav ship BEllow diamond, you have no idea of the heavy breathing of joy i was doing in some parts.

ruthfigueroa19: i wasn’t joking about this new ship of Whink diamond. anyway here some my fav ship BEllow diamond, you have no idea of the ...

Bad, Bored, and Friday: THE HELL WAS ALL THAT ABOuT HE HAS HIS GOOD GuALITIES EX-BOYFRIEND. MESSY BREAK-UP HE SEEMS LIKE A REAL PIECE OF WORK OH YEAH, LIKE WHAT? HE'S TALENTED ATHLETIC, FUNNY SEXY, SMART WELL HE'S SELFISH, DOuCHEY, RUDE, JuDGEMENTA HE CAN BE REALLY SWEET A GOOD COOK Too POsSESSIvE AND CLINGY AND HE ALWAYS BUT? MAKES ME FEEL LKE I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH DAMN HE'S YouR EX FOR A REASON, SN'T HE? DOES HE NOT LOOK LKE THE HAS HE EVER BEEN VIOLENT? LIKE, WE'Ve HA OUR FIGHTS BUT HE'5 NEVER HURT ME LIKE THAT GUY You PUNCHED A NIGHT AGO? OH GOSH No! WOuLD IT BE uNSuRPRISING To Vou IF HE LED A DOUBLE LIFE? WHY ARE You ASKING ME THAT? I MEAN SURE,THERE ARE SIMILARITIES THEY DO BOTH HAVE MOHAWKS HIM? ACE?! THERE'S NO FRICKEN I'VE KNOWN HIM SINCE HIGH SCHOOL AND WE DATED FOR 2 YEARS A SIMILAR PHYSIQUE WAY! I THINK I'D KNOW IF HE HAD POWERS AND A BAD MOuTH BuT I'M SURE A LOT OR PEOPLE MATCH THAT DESCRIPTION I YOu KNEW WOuLD YOU TELL ME? you DIDN'T HAVE TO GO THAT FAR BUT I APPRECIATE IT L'D DIE FOR YOu! OKAY W LET'S GET GOING THEN HEAVY BREATHING PUT THIS ON WOWIE! S THAT YOURS? os WHO ELSE'S wouLD IT BE? Y'KNOW THE LAST TIME I WAS ON A MOTOR CYCLE I FELL THE FUCK OFF AND THEN L roLLEd DOWN THE HILL FOR TIME LET'S NOT DO THAT I WouLD HAVE BROuGHTA CAR BUT IT'S NOT AS FuN S0 I DON'T HAVE But JUST CLIMB ON UP BEHIND You? ONE YUP SAMIRA BORED... WISH I WAS BORED ELI'S RLY GOT HIS RUSTLES JIMMIED ELI CAN EAT MY SHORTS uM, IS IT OKAY IF I HOLD ON TO You? HE'S S0 FIRM HOLD ON AS CLOSELY AS YOu NEED WANT You ROLLING DOWN ANY HILLs sharpzero: Been unsuccessfully fighting off all the awful Southern California flus and such. Will finally be in France next Thursday, Next update will be on Friday. Next page is already up on Patreon if u want to check it out: patreon.com/robotsharksMy store will be closed for shipping 3 weeks after March 21st so if you want to get stuff before then, now’s the time to nab it at gumroad.com/robotsharks
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Bad, Bored, and Friday: THE HELL
 WAS ALL THAT
 ABOuT
 HE HAS
 HIS GOOD
 GuALITIES
 EX-BOYFRIEND.
 MESSY BREAK-UP
 HE SEEMS
 LIKE A REAL
 PIECE OF WORK
 OH YEAH,
 LIKE WHAT?
 HE'S TALENTED
 ATHLETIC, FUNNY
 SEXY, SMART
 WELL
 HE'S SELFISH,
 DOuCHEY, RUDE,
 JuDGEMENTA
 HE CAN
 BE REALLY
 SWEET
 A GOOD
 COOK Too
 POsSESSIvE
 AND CLINGY
 AND HE ALWAYS
 BUT?
 MAKES ME
 FEEL LKE
 I'M NOT
 GOOD
 ENOUGH
 DAMN
 HE'S YouR
 EX FOR A
 REASON,
 SN'T HE?
 DOES HE NOT
 LOOK LKE THE
 HAS HE
 EVER BEEN
 VIOLENT?
 LIKE, WE'Ve
 HA OUR FIGHTS
 BUT HE'5 NEVER
 HURT ME LIKE
 THAT
 GUY You PUNCHED
 A NIGHT AGO?
 OH GOSH
 No!
 WOuLD IT
 BE uNSuRPRISING
 To Vou IF HE LED
 A DOUBLE LIFE?
 WHY ARE
 You ASKING
 ME THAT?

 I MEAN
 SURE,THERE
 ARE SIMILARITIES
 THEY DO
 BOTH HAVE
 MOHAWKS
 HIM? ACE?!
 THERE'S NO
 FRICKEN
 I'VE KNOWN
 HIM SINCE HIGH
 SCHOOL AND WE
 DATED FOR
 2 YEARS
 A SIMILAR
 PHYSIQUE
 WAY!
 I THINK I'D
 KNOW IF HE
 HAD POWERS
 AND A BAD
 MOuTH BuT
 I'M SURE
 A LOT OR
 PEOPLE MATCH
 THAT DESCRIPTION
 I YOu
 KNEW
 WOuLD
 YOU TELL
 ME?
 you DIDN'T
 HAVE TO GO
 THAT FAR BUT
 I APPRECIATE
 IT
 L'D DIE
 FOR YOu!
 OKAY W
 LET'S GET
 GOING THEN
 HEAVY BREATHING
 PUT THIS
 ON
 WOWIE!
 S THAT
 YOURS?
 os
 WHO ELSE'S
 wouLD IT
 BE?
 Y'KNOW
 THE LAST
 TIME I WAS
 ON A MOTOR
 CYCLE I FELL
 THE FUCK
 OFF
 AND THEN
 L roLLEd DOWN
 THE HILL FOR
 TIME
 LET'S NOT
 DO THAT

 I WouLD HAVE
 BROuGHTA CAR
 BUT IT'S NOT AS
 FuN
 S0 I
 DON'T HAVE
 But
 JUST CLIMB
 ON UP BEHIND
 You?
 ONE
 YUP
 SAMIRA
 BORED...
 WISH I WAS BORED
 ELI'S RLY GOT HIS
 RUSTLES JIMMIED
 ELI CAN
 EAT MY
 SHORTS
 uM, IS
 IT OKAY
 IF I HOLD
 ON TO
 You?
 HE'S
 S0
 FIRM
 HOLD ON
 AS CLOSELY
 AS YOu NEED
 WANT You
 ROLLING DOWN
 ANY HILLs
sharpzero:

Been unsuccessfully fighting off all the awful Southern California flus and such. Will finally be in France next Thursday, Next update will be on Friday. Next page is already up on Patreon if u want to check it out: patreon.com/robotsharksMy store will be closed for shipping 3 weeks after March 21st so if you want to get stuff before then, now’s the time to nab it at gumroad.com/robotsharks

sharpzero: Been unsuccessfully fighting off all the awful Southern California flus and such. Will finally be in France next Thursday, Next ...

Bad, Click, and Friends: Anonymous said why can't muslims tell other muslims to stop killing people? thebootydiaries: thebootydiaries: It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before.  That changes today.  “Hey guys, what if…” I start to say.  Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore. “What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“  Suddenly, silence.  1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression.  A single tear rolls down my cheek. Please.” I say with a broken voice.  He is moved.  “Aight”. My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.All I can hear is heavy breathing.“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.“Kk.”
Bad, Click, and Friends: Anonymous said
 why can't muslims tell other muslims to
 stop killing people?
thebootydiaries:

thebootydiaries:
It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apartment. I’m sitting in front of my laptop, silently studying the 1.6 billion faces speaking simultaneously in front of me. It’s Monday, the day of the weekly conference call between all Muslims. We have been required to attend this Skype meeting from the the tender age of fetus, but I had never spoken in one of them before. 
That changes today. 
“Hey guys, what if…” I start to say. 
Nobody hears me, but I refuse to be silent. How could I show my face again on Tumblr if I couldn’t even save my mayonnaise friends from death? How could I expect to earn their respect? Anon was right; why hadn’t I done this before? Thousands of lives had paid the price for my ignorance, but not anymore.
“What if you guys….. stopped killing people.“ 
Suddenly, silence. 
1,643,398,023 pairs of eyes are on me. My heart is in my throat as the ISIS leader gives me a blank expression. 
A single tear rolls down my cheek. Please.” I say with a broken voice. 
He is moved. 
“Aight”.

My fingers are almost shaking as I carefully type in the ten digit phone number I have had memorized my entire life. The buttons on my home phone seem to glow a bit more dull, and even the ringing of the phone from the other end seems to be agonized, almost as if the world is telling me to hang up. But I refuse to give up; I can’t let my lily-white friends down. Not again.The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. Still no answer. Just as I am about to hang up, there is a click.All I can hear is heavy breathing.“Hello….” I say quietly, my voice shaking. “Is….. Is this Muslim?”There was a long silence before I heard a voice answer “ya lol.”“I was thinking………..” I begin cautiously. “Maybe murder is…………bad.”“Habibi, I…..I don’t understand. What are you trying to say….?” The voice seems shaken.“What if…….world peace is good and killing people is…………not good”He lets out an audible gasp. “Are you saying ISIS is…….bad?”“Maybe death is…….not good.” I continue. My heart is racing. I remind myself that I am saving thousands of lives, and inhale.The silence from the other end of the line is almost deafening. He seemed to be thinking, as if he had never considered this idea before in his life. Truly I had opened his heart and his mind. This…. This could end terrorism.“Muslim….Please.” I whisper.I hear a tear roll down his cheek, with my Muslim Communication Hearing™, and hold my breath as he finally breathes out his next words.“Kk.”

thebootydiaries: thebootydiaries: It’s a breezy summer day and the rustling from the leaves outside sound like whispers from my small apart...