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i’m more apathetic towards it . but i am out exploring quite often and its a convenient place to store my gear
If you're cold your house is cold. Light it on fire.
#<- tim blew up a circus? damnnn i didn't give him enough credit#<- prev#he was avenging my death 🥰 i love my brother#convos
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gotta bring your peaches below sea level before you open them
maybw youre right. is this low enough
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thank you sm to everyone who got me to 500 followers! I would love to do an event, but my schedule is a bit packed right now with school and the holidays coming up, but requests will be wide open until november 5th!
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Open Starter Location : Bungalows
After waking up on the island, Elliot wandered around and eventually found himself heading toward a cluster of small huts. The cool breeze and bright sun painted a picture-perfect scene, but it was far from the dreary, rain-soaked weather he was used to. Quite the change of pace. Bungalows, right? But the real point was, these huts meant civilization—he wasn’t alone on this island. As he approached cautiously, he couldn’t shake the uneasy hope that no one would suddenly jump out to scare him.
This could be a lot of things—a prank, maybe his brother had taken him away somewhere. He wouldn’t put it past Emmett to pull something like that. But if it were his brother, wouldn’t it be somewhere worse? The thought of Emmett sent a cold chill through him, a sharp ache settling in his heart.
He felt like maybe he was the odd one out and possibly interrupting something, or maybe even someone's vacation. "is there anyone here?" he asked hoping he didn't sound completely new.
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I wish they'd be music in things like trams and such.
You see how when you enter a pub or something of the like and they got their own music going and you get your headphones off and even if it's not the style you were listening to, you still find it enjoyable to listen to?
Well, I wish trams, those specifically because I use them daily, would do the same, and maybe you'll see less people with their headphones or earphones on.
Like, maybe have a more or less large set of styles allowed but you let the conductor choose the playlist.
So I used to volunteer at a collage radio station back in high-school (while being president of our broadcasting club I basically lived this stuff) and once you notice where the radio is and isn't anymore it really rewires your brain
Imagine if bus' and trains had a local radio station on? Like the driver picks the genre but otherwise just music available. How much more pleasant of an experience it could be overall? How many more artists could be elevated in your community, how connected you'd feel to the guy across the bus who also rolled his eyes at the same song played for the 3rd time this day.
Imagine instead of Spotify shoved down all our throats and paid for separately, we could have our radio station and the top 30 of the week and you knew the station so you could call and vote for your faves? Imagine how many new bands you'd know about and maybe go to their show bc they'd be local?
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@mbirnsings-71 WAVES WAVES EWAVES show me ur time loop post pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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Where: Ira’s home who: the class of 2008 survivors - @illucides, @oh-the-hcrrcrs, @ungxards.
There existed a place that held solitude mixed with an allure for her, a place where secrets seemed to linger in the whispers of the wind. Or perhaps it was merely a meeting ground, chosen by some unspoken agreement. How long had it been since they last gathered? Years, it seemed, since their paths crossed, their conversations now distant echoes. Evelyn found herself taking a seat since arriving to Ira’s home .The other survivors would be coming soon. "Interesting how time moves forward and yet, takes you back."
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Open starter Location : near the woods
"Okay, I know Halloween’s around the corner, but are you really trying to get a head start?" Rhys joked with a playful grin as he made his way toward the wooded path. He didn’t mind leading someone down the trail if they were up for a good hike—it was a nice way to break a sweat. Otherwise, it was just a lot of walking, but today, Rhys was in the mood for adventure. Something about the trail ahead pulled at his curiosity.
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When: Hookum House Party Where: Kitchen With: Open to all house party attendees
After getting his hands on a bottle of wine and the better half of a second one, Peter had finally sunk into the blissful state of alcohol induced relaxation. His shoulder's were slumped as he relaxed against the back of a sofa loudly singing along to the song playing with a damn good voice- completely free of his usual stutter.
"Heyyyyy, come and sit with me!" He called out, making grabby hands at a passerby, trying to get them onto the sofa with him, "I can talk now! Ask me annnnnnnything!" he sang the last word and laughed, taking another swing of wine straight from the bottle.
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Saying this again because I see I have new moots
I love being reblogged. I love being asked questions. I love being annoyed by strangers and slowly becoming friends with them. Keep being awesome and stay fly!
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Mexican restaurants make margaritas soooo strong and bless them for it but also curse them for it but mostly bless
they make that shit that turns you into a fossilized horse
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Coffee? {Dirk & Fenrir}
When: Present Day [Game Time] Where: Dirk's Apartment With: Fenrir @redmoonrisings
It had been a long day and Dirk was looking forward to a quiet night in translating some Giant Runes for the Ministry and a late showing of ‘The Price is Right’ on is TV; much as he loved the world of magic, he loved the muggle world just as much- though, his Thursday night in was interrupted by a sharp rap on his door. Dirk frowned, not expecting a visitor to his flat, and headed to the entrance. Looking through the peep hole, he could make out through figure there and froze for a moment- and only a moment.
He could alert the ministry, he could send a Patronus to old Order members, or he could follow his gut and see *the good* he knew was present in every living person.
Swallowing, Dirk unlatched and opened the door to the large frame of Fenrir Greyback.
“Good evening, Mr. Greyback,” Dirk said politely, smiling up at the man, “Can I get you a cup to tea? I was just about to brew some silver needle.” And stepping back, he invited the werewolf into his apartment.
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Journaling had been highly encouraged by her therapists. They said it was better than keeping all those thoughts and feelings inside. It was hard to find words to explain how she was feeling, but she was trying her best. She had been staring at the page for at least fifteen minutes without writing anything, trying to figure out how to write all she was feeling down when a ball flew into the side of her head. She blinked, looking around before seeing the kids scattering. "I swear those things are magnetized to find me."
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@lunterfans Continuing this conversation here because the other post was getting kind of long.
I seriously cant get over how they thought it was a good idea for the kids to waste their time asking for help against a literal god-being that moved THE FUCKING MOON out of the way just by pointing at it and moving their finger to the right... and splatted Belos against the wall with little effort. Like??? It is legitimately crazy to me. Who thought this was a good idea.
The school shit exists specifically for Huntlow... its absolutely insane. By the way I have no fucking idea why they would even bother forcing these two together. Both of them could have remained single. Their romance makes no sense because in every "Huntlow" episode it's just Hunter showing interest in Willow and never the other way around. Its literally not until FTF that she shows interest in him and even then she doesnt confess to him. Which begs the question of why they didnt just make them a couple at the beginning of TTT during the montage. And dedicate all of Luz's scenes in TTT to Willow. I DO NOT fucking get what was going on in their heads while writing season 3.
But yeah... homewrecker Hunter is so real... not even taking away Hunter's blush in Hunting Palismen can deter his homewrecking ways.
Like one joke me and a friend have is that he doesn't ask Willow out in TTT or FTF is because he can't get over Luz.
But yeah, this little man has no chill in Eclipse Lake. The moment he hears Amity is dating Luz he tries to ruin Amity's whole career. It'll never NOT get a laugh out of me everytime i watch this episode.
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Convos with gf
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Location: Bar Characters: Ethan & Leon - @fatebinds
Drinking, is a familiar feeling, something that takes hold of him, along with smoking or other drugs. Numbs the pain, for the time being, he was a few drinks in. He could hold his own, even when sharing a drink with another. ""Don' tell me yer already callin' it quits?"
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