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[cabramso]

apologies to Claire Higsby nation for not fluffing her hair sufficiently in my last drawings. listening and learning this valentines day

[padawankestis]

lars mikkelsen’s presence as thrawn is crazy…when he got really close to sabine and said “you have gambled the fate of your galaxy on that belief”

[kuroppiii]

your theme is so cute and yummy sometimes i just look at it in awe 😔✊

omg stop before i give you a big big ol’ smooch 😓🫶

THIS THEME GOING ON STRONG FOR ABOUT 3 YEARS NOW!!!

sometimes i worry that it feels like it’s outdated bc of that ngl 💀 it’s retro! we can say that 🧎‍♀️

[pulptv]

⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying wispy. catherine zeta jones, havana rose liu and tom sturridge as the fbi captain, sawayama associate and moreno godfather is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .

*  \̲\̲   catherine   zeta  -  jones,  cis   woman  +  she/her.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   jacqueline   diana   lovegrove?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   agent   medusa.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   fbi   captain   that’s   protected   by   the   fbi,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   fifty  -  four   year   old   is   known   to   be   fractious   and   obdurate,   yet   decisive   and   mercurial.   it’s   wrath   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   i   put   a   spell   on   you   by   annie   lennox   and   are   never   seen   without   a   slick   sheen   of      revlon   rum   raisin      ;      cheap      +      easy,   stashed   in   the   pocket   of   every   blazer   she's   ever   deigned   to   own,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   divinity,   achieved   with   black   coffee      +      crossword   done   in   exquisite   fountain   pen      (      like   the   answers   were   always   yours,   preternatural   knowledge   like   birthright   that   you   wear,   favoured   fineries   always   draped   around   slender   shoulders      )      ;      woman      /      weapon      /      find   the   trigger   on   both,   love   it,   cherish   it,   fear   it:      you   have   always   been   like   this,   god   built   on   hair   -   pin   latch.   sounds   of   sleek   stilettos   on   linoleum   floors,   expensive   perfume      +      gas   station   gum   rolled   between   pearled   canines,   the   kind   that   glint   in   the   light   before   they   find   softest   part   of   your   maw      -      bard   himself   said   it,   hell   has   no   fury   like   a   woman   scorned      ...   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

  *  \̲\̲   havana   rose   liu,  demi   woman  +  she/they.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   lily   dawn   seoh?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   honey.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   bottle   girl   +   dancer   at   blue   moon   that’s   protected   by   the   sawayamas,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   twenty  -  seven   year   old   is   known   to   be   embittered   and   spiritless,   yet   shrewd   and   aureate.   it’s   pride   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   gibson   girl   by   ethel   cain   and   are   never   seen   without   a   rose   -   gold   crucifix,   unintentionally   catching   dimmed   spotlight,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   sofia   coppola's   approximation   of   girlhood:      frothed   taffeta,   strewn   messily   over   an   armchair   that   already   groans   with   the   weight   of   garments   just   like   it      /      ashtray   overfloweth   next   to   unmade   bed,   saccharine   gourmands   too   -   sweet   on   wrinkled   polyester.      (      +      when   ethel   cain   sang,   let   him   make   a   woman   out   of   me      ...      oh,   little   prophetess,   couldn't   have   imagined   this      !      the   grief,   tar   -   like,   swallowing   you   whole      /      parting   gifts   are   so   much   grander   than   the   ones   you   ever   received   when   you   needed   them   most,   isn't   that   the   way      ?      )      vodka   cranberry,   pink      +      sour   -   sweet,      +      golden   curls   that   tangle   in   straps      /      sweetheart,   you   can   give   it   up   now      -      they   all   know   the   ebullient   laughter   is   false,   veneered,   prettiest   little   lie      (      amongst   so   many   others      ).   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

  *  \̲\̲   tom   sturridge,  cis   man  +  he/him.  ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   valentino   gabriele   moreno?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   hamlet's   sparrow.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   godfather   that’s   protected   by   the   morenos,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   thirty  -  eight   year   old   is   known   to   be   iniquitous   and   splenetic,   yet   jocose   and   ribald.   it’s   lust   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   sympathy   for   the   devil   by   the   rolling   stones   and   are   never   seen   without   designer   sunglasses,   propped   atop   jet   -   black   mess   that   curls   in   city's   humid   heat,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   a   tempest   made   manifest,   first   rumblings   of   devastating   storm   that   builds   across   the   sea:      lightning   always   strikes,   baby.      (      sanguine,   stained   crimson,   droplets   on   sleeves      /      what's   life   without   a   little   risk,   high   fashion   without   a   little   blood      ?      better   someone   else's   than   your   own,   sunday   service   nosebleed   stinging   a   little   too   fiercely   these   days.      )      pledge   allegiance,   violence,   over   family   bible      +      cross   your   heart,   swear   in   your   father's   tongue,   that   nobody   on   gods'   earth   will   live   to   fuck   with   your   family.      (      oh,   sweetheart      ...      heavy   is   the   head   that   wears   the   crown,   especially   when   it's   destined   to   snap   your   neck   in   two.      )      tradition,   always:      lunches   after   church,   no   fuckin'   weapons   in   the   kitchen   lest   nonna   find   out,   kiss   your   knuckles   before   you   leave   prettiest   indigo   in   your   wake   so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    claire,  twenty4,  she/they,  aest.

[musicmutt]

dropout and learn to bartend!

drink & drink & drink & drink & drink till i say when-

(when!)

call up your mom on the payphone!

50 cents go-

(ring ring ring ring riiing ring ring ring ring ring riiing!)

[mangoposts]

LISTEN TO GODS MENUUUUU

I luv that song i like the dude with the deep voice who says he’s cooking like a 5 star michelin

[sunsetforestzone]

🔥BOUGHT A TRANSGENDER MAN TWO PINTS🔥

WAKE UP SUNDAY

WIFE JUST PUNCHED ME

SAID SHE'S HUNGRY

GOTTA GO 🔥COOK🔥

[ratmouseshrtwo]

DATMOUSE YOU WILL ALSO NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME LIKE AN HOUR AGO……

*daps you up through cage bars* /sill

DAPS YOU UP THEOIGH THE BARSSS ITS OK ILL EAT THE BARS OF THE CAGE

[sordid-dog]

hey its been a long time since ive seen your name online a i m is in a decline think we need a little rewind drop out and learn to bartend drink and drink and drink and drink and drink till i say when (when!) call up your mom on the payphone 50 cents go ring ring ring riiing ring ring ring ring ring ring riiing hey im not trying to bug you babe but i just got mugged today and i need some money to buy candy barsss

snickers,, 100 grand,, almond joy,, kitkat,, crunch,,,

[arrowheadedbitch]

WHY ARE NONE OF MY TEXTS SENDING I HAVE FULL BARSSS 😡😡😡

[ribbonchol]

If Mission US was Hamilton:

Nat: How does a b@$+@&d, orphan, son of a wh0re, and a colonist dropped in the middle of a spot were resistance, key to avoiding the- restin' , all started by Great Britian?

nat dropping barsss get lin manuel miranda to add him to the musical

[lotofexplosions]

Hate when people are like "This character is saying BARSSS" and it's just calling someone a slut or a bastard. Like I'm asleep. Please, that's so boring.

[thenickgirl]

Gorgeous mf he pisses me off so bad

BARSSS!!!

[aitan]

Aldilà di tutte le discussioni sulla validità e sul senso degli sconti che il MIUR elargisce come una mancetta per il personale della scuola italiana, vorrei dire al Ministro Valditara che io quelle "agevolazioni" le avrei chiamate così, "agevolazioni economiche", e non benefits, con quella fastidiosa "-s" plurale inglese che va evitata per gli anglicismi e per tutti gli altri forestierismi che, una volta integrati nella lingua italiana, sono trattati come invariabili.

Altrimenti dovremo dire che i teacherssss italiani vorrebbero dei benefitsss anche nei barsss, per bere dei ginsss tonicsss e mangiare snackssss, e poi andare a vedere filmssss scontati, e fare sportsss in palestre con altri benefitsssss tra topmodelssss sculettanti e gigolossss muscolosi come veri machossss.”

La questione continua sul mio blog di periferia.

[blackbellaswan1]

I blaze it in the northern sky until I'm on a soulside journey

BARSSS KEEP IT COMING ANON

[doukeshi-kun]

Tell hyuck I'm gonna *starts beat boxing*

Kisses both of you

omg quan spitting barsss 🔥🔥🔥

kisses you too between your beatboxing—call that bluetooth spit kissing