I TOLD YOU

DO NOT SHOW VEE.

is this because i mkind and pure and a child of god yes it is thakn you

google images isn't from what ive seen only like some tame shit that safe search blurs

NO I MEAN GOOGLE IS SAFE

good let me go look

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/665336544979422251/

this is You

errr im torn between saying show me or mjust laughing at you

heh

giv eme that hawk tuah or smth???

this si a quteo from my bus im soryr

waiy give me two characters to somehow generate pay gorn fanfic of

okay im listening to love belt while doing this its going to be so funyn

WOAHHAT

The dim light of the campfire flickered against the surrounding darkness, casting long shadows on the earth as Taliesin and Beowulf sat side by side, the crackling flames the only sound in the still night. Taliesin, his lute resting across his lap, looked up at the hulking figure of Beowulf, whose broad shoulders were hunched slightly in contemplation. They had shared countless stories, battles, and songs in the months since they’d met, their camaraderie growing into something deeper, something unspoken but palpable. Taliesin's eyes, usually mischievous, softened as they met Beowulf’s gaze—strong and steady, yet filled with an emotion that neither could name aloud. The air between them seemed to thicken, charged with a quiet anticipation. Beowulf, ever the warrior, had never known a silence like this—one that didn't demand action, a silence that didn't belong in the heat of battle but rather in a moment of rare, fragile peace. He leaned forward slightly, his fingers brushing Taliesin's, tentative, like the

like the first touch of a blade to skin. The bard’s breath hitched, and before the moment could slip away, Taliesin’s hand found its way to the rough edge of Beowulf’s jaw, pulling him closer. Their lips met in a kiss, slow and searching, as if testing whether this connection could be real. The kiss deepened, a promise neither of them had expected, but both had longed for. When they finally pulled apart, the world seemed to stand still, their foreheads resting together, breath mingling in the night air. Neither spoke, but neither needed to—there was something unspoken between them now, something stronger than any of the battles they had fought.

waht the fcuk