by selmermarkvi February 5, 2025
Get the Part-time baddiemug. When a guys “junk” is so small, tucked, or equivalently smashed to his body, that you literally can not tell if it’s a he or a she.
Usually bicycle shorts are very telling, but I can’t tell what’s going on with his Ken parts. He looks like a ken doll downstairs.
by SlightlyAskew September 10, 2019
Get the ken partsmug. .
《¤》Dead《¤》Presidents《¤》Part《¤》Zero《¤》deUad《¤》presiUdents《¤》paUrt《¤》zeulUrp《¤》deaD《¤》presidentS《¤》parT《¤》zerO《¤》
by SuelTameOresuTeMato February 26, 2025
Get the 《¤》Dead《¤》Presidents《¤》Part《¤》Zero《¤》deUad《¤》presiUdents《¤》paUrt《¤》zeulUrp《¤》deaD《¤》presidentS《¤》parT《¤》zerO《¤》mug. An enormous amount roles in a theatre production that can be played by the same person.
These are usually minor parts but they are all played by a single individual on the night of a performance.
The parts are usually given to a trusted individual that can step up when someone cannot partake in the show for whatever reason, and when multiple people cannot partake in the show, all those missing parts are given to the "Aaron" of the production.
These are usually minor parts but they are all played by a single individual on the night of a performance.
The parts are usually given to a trusted individual that can step up when someone cannot partake in the show for whatever reason, and when multiple people cannot partake in the show, all those missing parts are given to the "Aaron" of the production.
by Aaron5180 May 28, 2016
Get the Aaron Partsmug. .
by FrenchVanillaSake February 26, 2025
Get the 《¤》Jim《¤》Carrey《¤》Is《¤》Dead《¤》Presidents《¤》Part《¤》Zero《¤》mug. Part 2 — Just Us
They sat without speaking, still holding hands. The quiet was soft now, not heavy anymore. It felt like the room itself was breathing with them, slow and calm, like even the air had been waiting for this.
He looked at her again, this time not shy, not unsure, just full of a quiet joy he could not hide. She smiled back, a small, shaking smile that said more than words ever could. It made his chest warm, made the waiting feel worth every lonely night.
His thumb moved gently over her fingers, back and forth, slow, steady, careful, like he was learning her all over again. She leaned a little closer, not thinking, just moving the way her heart pulled. No one told them to move; it just happened, like a sigh, like the body knowing what it needed next before the mind caught up.
He raised his free hand and touched her cheek. His fingers were warm, a little unsure at first, but she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, giving him courage without a word. It wasn’t a kiss yet. It was a promise made with skin, a thank you, a finally.
She let her head rest against his chest, slow, soft, natural, like it had always been meant to fit there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like something precious, something he had waited a lifetime to hold, afraid even now to squeeze too tight.
Neither of them spoke. There was no need. They were together, beating in the same quiet, steady rhythm, finally safe, finally home.
They sat without speaking, still holding hands. The quiet was soft now, not heavy anymore. It felt like the room itself was breathing with them, slow and calm, like even the air had been waiting for this.
He looked at her again, this time not shy, not unsure, just full of a quiet joy he could not hide. She smiled back, a small, shaking smile that said more than words ever could. It made his chest warm, made the waiting feel worth every lonely night.
His thumb moved gently over her fingers, back and forth, slow, steady, careful, like he was learning her all over again. She leaned a little closer, not thinking, just moving the way her heart pulled. No one told them to move; it just happened, like a sigh, like the body knowing what it needed next before the mind caught up.
He raised his free hand and touched her cheek. His fingers were warm, a little unsure at first, but she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, giving him courage without a word. It wasn’t a kiss yet. It was a promise made with skin, a thank you, a finally.
She let her head rest against his chest, slow, soft, natural, like it had always been meant to fit there. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her like something precious, something he had waited a lifetime to hold, afraid even now to squeeze too tight.
Neither of them spoke. There was no need. They were together, beating in the same quiet, steady rhythm, finally safe, finally home.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 2 — Just Usmug. They stayed like that for a long time. It felt safe. It felt new. It felt like they had both been walking for years and finally sat down, side by side, in the same place.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
After a while, she moved a little, just enough to look up at him. His hand stayed on her back, gentle and sure. His eyes met hers right away. There was no fear now. The hard part — the silence, the waiting — was over. What was left was soft, quiet, warm.
He searched her face, not for permission, not for a sign, but just to take in the person he loved. She did the same.
Slowly, without thinking, they leaned closer. Their heads tilted, their noses brushed. They both smiled at the same time, small, shy, a little nervous, a little giddy. It made their hearts race and calm at once.
And then their lips met — soft, warm, gentle. The kiss was not loud or wild. It was quiet, like a secret finally spoken. It carried every message they had never sent, every time they had turned away when they wanted to stay, every morning they had missed each other in silence.
When they pulled back, they didn’t move away. Their foreheads touched, eyes still closed. His hand stayed on her cheek; her fingers held his shirt. Both of them were smiling without even knowing it.
No one said a word. They didn’t have to. The kiss had spoken for them, simply and clearly: they were no longer two hearts waiting. They were one, together, at last.
by WordWeaver & WebWeaver September 5, 2025
Get the Part 3 — Just Usmug.