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2024 - Madonna 2025 - Lady Gaga 2026 - Shakira 2027 - K/DA

@sayonettav @SkinSpotlights dude i feel so lucky she was in the shop a few months ago now im just waiting for the damn coven morgana chroma

@SkinSpotlights Need her 💔

Mythic Shop Rotation!

ew ew ew ew #jhinhwei

her: I have a bf me: I’m emerald 4 25lp her: I had a bf

MAKE OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME THIS INSTANT #angelweaver

Draven players when their jungler hasn't ganked bot for 30 seconds

girl wdym first

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS TIME!!! LIVE NOW: twitch.tv/dumbsyt

me omw back botlane while the enemy pyke is spam ganking my mid and top laner

有料のルシオいた

try 6 days of mercy's GA nerf

how it feels to play yuumi and ur duo tells u to hop on someone else

You invite vayne to a date on the beach. she says no. you don't ask why. three days later she shows up at your door with a duffel bag and says "lets go" you don't question it. you drive in silence. the aroma of salty air starts leaking through the cracked window an hour before you arrive. she watches the side mirror the entire drive like someone's going to follow you to a public beach on a saturday. you pull into the lot. she doesn't get out of the car. the ocean is loud even through the windshield. waves breaking in slow rolling booms. gulls somewhere. kids laughing down the shoreline. she's staring at the water like it's something she was sent to kill. "change of plans" she says. you wait. she grips the strap of the duffel bag tighter. her knuckles go pale. "i can't swim" you blink. the demon hunter. the woman who has slain demons with her crossbow in total darkness. cannot swim. you try not to smile. she sees you try not to smile. "say one word and i'm walking home" you don't say a word. she gets out of the car. slams the door harder than she needs to. her swimsuit is black. of course it's black. she'd wear tactical gear to the beach if they made it in swim fabric. her crossbow is in the duffel bag. you know it's in the duffel bag. she knows you know. the sand is hot under your feet. the wind pulls at her hair and she keeps pushing it back with irritation. you walk her down to the shore. she stops where the water touches her toes and doesn't move. a wave comes in and wraps around her ankles and pulls back and she watches the sand shift under her feet like the earth just betrayed her. "this is stupid" you say "we don't have to" "i said we're doing it" the sun is directly overhead. your shadow is small. you can smell the salt on her skin already. sunscreen she definitely applied angrily in the car. you hold out your hand. she looks at it for a long second. then she reluctantly takes it. her grip is tighter than it needs to be. her palm is warm. you can feel her pulse in her thumb. you walk in together. knee deep. the water is cold enough to make her inhale sharply. she doesn't complain. she doesn't complain about anything ever. waist deep. a small wave hits her hip and she tightens her grip on you. you pretend not to notice. chest deep. her breathing changes. she grabs your shoulder with her free hand. hard enough that you'll have a mark tomorrow. "i don't like this" you tell her to lean back. you'll hold her. you've got her. she doesn't lean back. "i don't lean back. ever" you say "i know. that's the problem" she looks deep into your eyes as if staring into your soul. the water is moving around both of you in slow pulses. her hair is wet at the ends from where it dipped in. there's salt drying on her cheekbones. her eyes are the color they always are but they look different in this light. less like something hunting you. more like something that hasn't slept in years. long pause. then she leans back. slowly. an inch at a time. like she's disarming a trap that could go off under her. your hand slides under her back. the other cups the back of her neck. her hair spreads out around her in the water. her whole body tightening. she's staring straight up at the sky. "if i drown i'm coming back to kill you" you tell her she's floating. "i know i'm floating. i can feel it" her voice is different. quieter. softer than the voice she uses in the world. you've never heard it. the sun is on her face. her eyelashes are wet and clumped. a single drop of seawater slides from her temple down into her hair. she doesn't flinch. you keep your hand under her even though she doesn't need it anymore. she doesn't tell you to move it. minutes pass. you're not sure how many. then a bigger wave rolls in from behind you. she feels it before she sees it. she panics. snaps upright. both arms around your neck. her face buried in the crook of your shoulder. her whole body pressed against yours in the water. you can feel her heart beating against your chest. you hold her. the wave passes under both of you and keeps going. neither of you moves. you can hear her breathing. slow and shaky. her fingers are tangled at the back of your neck. the ocean sounds further away than it did a minute ago. she smells like salt and sun and something underneath that you don't have a word for. she doesn't let go for a long time. when she finally does she pushes away like she just realized what she was doing. her face is flushed from something that isn't the sun. she won't look at you. she starts walking back to shore without a word. the water breaks around her waist then her knees then her ankles. you follow. on the sand she towels off aggressively. attacks her hair like it insulted her personally. the sun is lower now. gold on the water behind her. kids are still laughing somewhere down the beach. she won't make eye contact. then she says "we're doing this again" she doesn't ask. she tells. "and don't tell ANYONE what you just saw" Study the Saskio way

”widow can you switch you’re 2 and 6 ?”