imagine you going to a interview that has guest star Billie Eilish and is open to questions from the audience and your question is up. "so um...hi um...sorry i have never done this before um...my name is shay...shay summers. my question for you Billie is do you have someone special in your life right now"? you ask as the audience follows suit with an oooo. she readjusts in her seat after a slight chuckle and smirks to herself. "nah but if you want you could do me the honors mamas". the crowd cheers and gets a little rowdy but you're so wrapped up in her staring at you like this.......
I actually love this I was waiting for someone to say something 💕. Samara deserved so much more and got nothing. Samara supremecy, I am on my knees.
Related to that Ring post going around I also do think it's objectively funny to think that breaking Samara's neck would stop her. The girl walks like this I think she's gonna be fine
i can see other people's dreams. I don't know what it is, but....when I was young I had a vision of my father. He was the keeper of dreams. He took care of those who needed him, and the fashion of how he controlled how ones dreams would turn out astonished me. My name is Lyric, I'm a 23 year old girl who has the power to visualize ones dreams without them not knowing and not only that but...I'm a dream walker. Don't get me wrong it's amazing knowing what people dream of these days but, it takes a lot out of me knowing that...well knowing that I am the daughter of dream. The sandman was my father.
And I am the keeper of dreams now
Words can't express what this made me feel just now. 😳😳😳
Damn! How am I going to post *nsftw, if here we only get flagged? (I don't have/I don't intend to have a Twitter)
No blur
she was an unforgiving dangerously beautiful mysterious creature. She wasn't a damsal in distress she was a woman of many secrets. You were always told never to roam the old Victorian house at night but...something always coaxed you. It was like a gravitational pull that made your heart ache. One hour later you found yourself sweating while your hands were tied up. Tugging on the ropes that bound them to each bed post. Though your legs were free you were not able to do with them as you pleased. Your heart hammered through your rib cage as the hair that surrounded your face stuck to your forehead like glue. Vision going blurry all you saw was a figure standing in front of you. The whites of her eyes shown yet not the pupils. Was she a ghost? You never cared to know. Your thighs ached with every thrust she took on top of you, riding you like a dark horse in the night. Her moans echoed through your brain. You felt a hot ball of fire burst through your stomach, white flashes of arousal shoot through your veins like a lightning bolt. You knew this was wrong but it felt so right. Who was this woman? Was this her estate? Again you never cared to find out but you're glad you and her met.
saw this movie and left a completely different person. i can't stress how much this woman made me feel. I've never seen a baddie deadite but now i have, not sure what to do with myself right now.
I cackled so hard 🤣🤣🤣🤣
no one is doing it like her
Regina: hey y/n why don't you sit with us tomorrow during lunch
Y/n: i- are you texting the right person?
Regina: this is (your full name) isn't it?
Y/n: yeah but-
Regina: but nothing, I command it.
Y/n:......
Regina: see you then baby ;)
Somebody needs to hear me out...
What if....
(Crybaby type x sevika type)
Cause who doesn't like a fruity patootie who is innocent but not so innocent and ends up with a sevika type that thinks her girlfriend is too soft and turns out to be a freak? Any takers? Lemme know if I should write a draft and post it for y'all to read.