Shooting for the Stars

Reblogging for Lelouch’s swag, Kallen’s tits, and C.C.’s ass.

Not necessarily in that order.

HHNNNNNNNNNNNGGG.

YOU.

MY BED.

NOW.

And bring some of that pizza.

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JIBUN WOOO

This is terrible in such a good way.

I came.

Day two, part one.

Part one.

Don’t mind me, just unnecessarily stating a point previously made.

Because it’s painfully obvious ~~they do scenes like this one on purpose~~ this kind of stuff totally happens by accident.

I woke up this morning to find my hair had styled itself in the same fashion as Jeremiah’s. Thankfully, it didn’t chage color. Could’ve been worse, I could’ve woken up with my hair looking like Sayoko’s.

Hello internet, I’m a huge faggot.

Oh, Villetta~ <3

I laughed. I cried.

~~… I told the bulge in my pants to keep still.~~

A message makes the strengthening melody repeat.

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