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DESPITE IT ALL, WE HAVE EACH OTHER

no matter how much hopelessness they corner us into, they cannot stop us from taking care of each other.

somewhere to start today is by helping nada, who is less than 40% of the way towards her goal.

https://gofund.me/e06f31d3

please continue to share mutual aid, whether its in your own neighborhood or across the sea. please continue to find both what's urgent and what's beautiful in the world.

thank you always, take care.

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Omg darkwood mentiond hiiiii

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He absolutely tracks blood all over the floor

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@ri-beanie

HIIIII💚 made ur ask a post so the format stays the same👩‍💻

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Pobies

Fake alicorn Caesar (og is earth pony) and broken horned classical unicorn Joshua. Lankier Josh vs chubby hors Caesar

Also, power hoof, Caesar will def kick if he gets threatened lmao.

Lanius and Vulpes might be the next ones hhhh, not sure yet.

Edit: water deer vulpes (I know I gotta remove the horns but this looked badass ngl) and bull Lanius!

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Snipermobile

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What a wonderful day to be able to draw stuff

I should do it w Lanius and Vulpes too

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One of the best parts about working at a sex shop is the employee discount, and yeah that means excellent deals on sex supplies but that's not the big brain part.

You come to my house. Something is cooking in the kitchen- it smells wonderful. What is it? It's novelty dick-shaped pasta. I've set up a sensual sexy Italian dinner. There are candles set up on the table. They're melting too fast, dripping everywhere- they're low temp waxplay pillar candles. For dessert, I serve you a delicious ice cream topped in penis-shaped rainbow confetti sprinkles and strawberry body paint drizzle, and afterwards, serve coffee with roasted hazelnut warming lube.

We play a board game while we drink. It's sexy monopoly. It's your turn. You roll the dice. They come up as 'whisper into' and 'butt'. I lost the original dice. We're using the sexy dice. You move four spaces.

After dinner, I run you a bath. A bubble bath. The bubble gel? Sensual ocean breeze. There are candles lined up around the tub. The scent is overpowering. Why? They're three-in-one fruit flavored massage oil candles. I'm using so much. It's so wasteful. Do you want to shave? I have conditioning shave cream that smells like limes. And an electric body razor, but you can't use that in the tub.

How about a bath bomb? You toss one in. It's cherry blossom scented. As it dissolves, three sexy bath sex suggestion cards fall out. They're all variations on doggy style, probably because fucking in a bathtub is probably the easiest way to break your hip.

The water cools. You get out an dry off with a novelty towel. If you wrap it around your chest, it looks like you have gigantic tatas bursting through the fabric like the Hulk.

You walk into the bedroom. I'm there, reading an instructional book titled "The Housewife's Guide To Every Day Stripping". I'm wearing a neck pillow designed to look like a massive curved weiner. Also a pair of fake leather bondage leggings and an oversized men's christmas T-shirt that says "Jingle My Bells" across the front.

I see you come in. I put down the book, take off the pillow. Offer you a massage. You accept. I already burned up all the massage candles so I pop a new bottle of CBD massage oil that says something wrong about Chakras on it. It's very gritty. That's because there's little chunks of amethyst in it for some fucking reason. It's fine, though. You say you don't mind.

I don't do massages very often. It's bad. You end up more tense than before. One of your muscles starts to cramp- it's okay. I whip out a bottle of Lidocane topical masculine performance numbing spray. You immediately feel like your shoulder went to the dentist. It's not ideal, but it's better than cramping.

You're not in the mood to bone after that. Which is good, cause I'm actually pretty asexual, but it hasn't come up yet so I'm relieved to avoid the conversation. Instead we get ready for bed. (The weather is terrible, and I insist you stay over.) I set up the futon, then realize it smells like cigarettes from the previous owner and shyly ask if you wanna cuddle in my room. You're down.

I crawl under the covers, placing my penis-shaped pink glitter pride bottle on the side table in case one of us wakes up thirsty. Once you're settled in, I turn off the glowing bare ass night light and the room goes black.

It takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust, but when they do, you look up at the ceiling. It's dotted all over with little green flourescent lights. Are they plastic stars? No. I've pinned up a thousand glow in the dark condoms. God bless

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"what's up?"

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The Kelpie Pond✨️ Jaimie Whitbread

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Collection of images and memes for anyone who doesn’t know what to draw

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I decided to update John's character sheet. I think I like this one better

"One of my Sole Survivors. He is a hardened, decorated pre-war military veteran.

He enjoys weapons, yelling loudly, and cooking/baking gourmet meals from simple Wasteland ingredients.

He eventually come to terms with his sexuality after falling in love with Paladin Danse."

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piglins presumably only attack players because their societies were literally ravaged by them ToT materially but also virally since we know for pretty much fact that the zombified piglins are a product of nether portal contamination. They won’t attack you though if you wear gold to show you’re peaceful, and we also know gold presumably holds some sort of significance to them due to how they exclusively use it in their bastions for iconography/statues/art or literal tools, along with how they attack players for harvesting it but not other materials such as quartz or netherrack.

To turn them into a seemingly mindless villain hoard, and to put them in the overworld, is mindnumbingly stupid and frustrating.