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okay so we all agree that futurama is an isekai but what about an overly long and dumb title?
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this is gonna be my legacy... i tried being faithful to the Typical Anime Style but got carried away lol
#futurama#animerama if you will....#i hate doing high quality shitposts lmao#philip j fry#turanga leela#bender bending rodriguez#bender#hermes conrad#amy wong#zoidberg#kif kroker#hubert farnsworth#damn thats a lot of tags
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merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!! sees have been turned into little jolly gummies....! (individual ones under the cut)
#p3#persona 3#minato arisato#makoto yuki#hamuko arisato#kotone shiomi#femc#aigis#ryoji mochizuki#fuuka yamagishi#yukari takeba#junpei iori#chidori yoshino#mitsuru kirijo#akihiko sanada#shinjiro aragaki#koromaru#ken amada#mo art#damn thats a lot of tags#i hope they bring festive joy
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☼ breathtaking pt1 (Finnick Odair) ☼
summary; you thought that you were going to go into the arena without ever meeting your soulmate. little did you know, he's been next to you the whole time.
warnings; swearing
wc; 3.5k
part two.
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The worst part about the announcement of the Quarter Quell was by far the amount of questions you were asked about it afterwards. In the months leading up to the reaping, all you kept being asked was, “How do you feel?”
In the beginning, you would just stare at them for a second, hoping that they’d realize how stupid they are for asking it in the first place. How do they think you feel? While they’re all grown and get to live the rest of their lives without worrying about dying, you’re having your rights taken away from you yet again.
You aren’t supposed to do this again. Everyone was promised that once they win, they are done with the Hunger Games. They were no longer eligible to go inside, the only time you’d come close would be during mentoring. You’d get to live that week in the Capitol over and over and over again, watching different tributes get reaped, and then die in the arena.
As the reaping drew closer, the question died in their throats. The idea of reminding you about your potential fate made them uncomfortable. They never considered the idea of how irritating it was to answer the question every day of the week and then for it to slowly fizzle out.
You could handle the odds of going back into the arena. With only four girls in District Five, there was a twenty-five percent chance that the name pulled out of the bowl would be yours. It bothered the other girls, but you knew you had to let it go if you wanted to be even remotely happy for what could be your last weeks in your home.
Actually, the part that upsets you the most is the fact you’ll never get to see the world in color, because you haven’t met your soulmate yet. You’ll never get to see the sky, or the trees, or the color of the clothes you wear everyday. All the features that make someone who they are is absent in your sight. You’re left with black, white, and grey.
You thought that you would have years to try and find them. You’re only in your twenties. You were supposed to take over mentoring, which would’ve allowed you to get a better chance at finding your soulmate.
It was ruined as soon as your name was the one drawn out of the bowl. You felt your heart sink into your stomach, because you weren’t stupid enough to think anyone would volunteer for you. The sighs of relief that came from the other girls was salt in the wound.
For a few hours, you were stupid enough to hope that you’d win, until you saw exactly who was drawn this year. It ended up being the last nail on the coffin. You are going to die inside of the arena, you’re sure of it. That’s why you haven’t taken a single thing seriously this past week.
Why does it matter? Why would sponsors matter? They don’t want you, they want the siblings, they want the volunteers, they want their darlings, and they want the newest trouble. You are just a minor victor in the crowd.
When you were telling your stylist about your pessimistic views, all he could say was that they were entirely justified. The Capitol loves their victor’s unfairly, and then it ruins the chances for the rest of you. Anything that would normally catch the attention of the crowd on a regular Hunger Games is useless here. The parade, the scores, the interview you’re about to do. It’s for nothing.
You trace patterns on the bare skin of your thigh, watching as your prep team and stylist move around the room. They’d briefly gathered a few minutes ago to talk, and ever since they’ve been running around pulling things off the shelves in the closet. You’re guessing it’s jewelry.
Your stylist pulls out one of those protective bags for dresses, except this one is bigger and stuffed with fabric. He unzips it to take a look inside, and you can see the smile come across his face. His eyes dart up to yours, looking at you through the mirror.
“(Y/n),” He begins, coming closer, “I’ve been saving this dress for a special occasion, since I will never be able to use it again in any of my work. Tonight, you will be my muse.”
You give him a slight smile, “Are you sure you don’t want to save it for anything else?”
“I’m sure.” He says, unzipping the bag, “I’m aware you can’t see the color, but you should know that it’s not the most important part. It’s the design.”
Together, he and the prep team work to get the dress out of the bag. It’s a light shade of grey, so you’re going to guess that it’s a pastel color. It’s uncommon for stylists to go for something so gentle, because the lights on the stage tend to wash the tributes out. That’s why the colors are bright and hard, so they can pop and shine.
You think that it’s going to be some small dress, but the fabric never stops. There’s so much of it. He tosses the dress bag off to the side, and then unzips the back for you to get into. It takes a minute, they have to adjust and pin the dress where it’s too big or too small. By the end, you can’t even tell that it’s been altered.
One of the prep team members gets to work on fluffing the dress, while the other fixes your hair, and then gets to work on putting the jewelry on you. She focuses on your earrings and the necklaces on your collarbone to make sure they’re positioned perfectly. They get you in heels, and then your stylist shuffles in front of you to settle something on the top of your head.
You’re ordered to close your eyes until you’re in front of the mirror and finishing touches are made. They fix your makeup, and then spray something wet and sweet smelling on your skin. You’re guessing it’s perfume, but as soon as you open your eyes and sway slightly, your skin sparkles.
The dress is floor length, off the shoulder but with long and loose sleeves to keep you from getting cold while waiting for your turn to be interviewed. And the object he snuggled in your hair is a tiny tiara that sparkles with your skin each time you move.
You run your hand over the gorgeous patterned lace, letting out a breath, “What color is it?”
“Pink.” He says, coming over to stand behind you, “A gentle and loving pink, one that resembles innocence and beauty.” He fixes a curl, “It’s light and uplifting, and it looks beautiful on you.”
“Thank you.” You smile.
“You’re good to go out, (Y/n). I believe in you.” He says.
You wander out of the room and down the hall, absently tracing one of the closest flowers while you near the line to the stage. The other victor’s are in varying outfits. This year, District Two is subjected to looking like gladiators, the Ritchson siblings are eye-catching in their sequin outfits. Johanna Mason wears a long dress, but she doesn’t look out of place.
A few eyes land on you as you draw closer, but they don’t linger longer for more than a second. They don’t care, a victor from District Five is anything but a threat to them at this point. You’re sure half of them have already decided how they’re going to get rid of you in the arena. And if they haven’t, it’s because they know they can take you in a fight. There’s no use planning it.
It’s only a few minutes later, when the entire hallway is going completely silent. You look over to see Katniss, dressed in a large wedding dress. You should’ve guessed, that was the whole obsession after their Victory Tour. Of course, her stylist would try one more thing to catch the Capitol’s attention.
“I can’t believe Cinna put you in that thing.” Finnick says, there’s a look of bewilderment on his face.
“He didn’t have any choice. President Snow made him.” Katniss defends.
Cashmere flickers her hair over her shoulder, “Well, you look ridiculous!” She spits, taking Gloss’ hand and walking off with him to stand at the front of the line.
You swallow, closing your eyes. You don’t know how you’re going to survive this, really. You know nothing about any of these people, except for what you’ve seen on the screen. You’re at a severe disadvantage compared to the other female victor’s back home. At least they got to talk to half of these people.
The only two victor’s that feel the same way you do must be Katniss and Peeta, but even they’re fitting in more than you are.
You resist the urge to rub down your face, but you do let out a slight huff. You guess you’ll just have to resort to hiding in the arena, even though you didn’t win through that strategy. You mostly fucked around with trying to set off traps and force the gamemakers to accidentally kill the tributes for you. It worked, it’s why you’re standing here today.
That’s not going to fly in the arena, though. These people have watched your games, the same way you watched theirs. All strategies are on the table, which means that you’ll need to figure out how to camouflage and hide, immediately.
Cashmere and Gloss lead the way onto the stage, and one by one, you make your way to the seats at the back of the stage. The audience is loud, cheering and whistling. The lights are blinding, you squint through them, relaxing your face when you’re adjusted to the brightness.
You tuck the dress beneath you before you sit down, as soon as you’re planted in your seat, you can feel the nerves in your stomach settle. You haven’t been on a stage in a few years, you remember hating every minute of it. From the parade, to your face being shown for scores, to all the interviews and speeches you did after you won. You hated every second of it.
Caesar’s hair is a different color, it’s some type of grey, so you’re thinking it’s a muted color. You know that he changes it every year, you wish you could see, because you’re sure he looks fantastic every time. He’s been hosting the Hunger Games for a long, long time. That’s a lot of colors to go through, repeating or not.
He does his usual opening-interview spiel with the audience by cracking a few jokes and getting them in a fun mood. From what you’ve heard from your mentors, the citizens of the Capitol are torn between hating the Quarter Quell and adoring it. It’s clear on why; most of the favorites are here. It’s a shame they don’t know how much power they hold.
Cashmere starts the interviews with a speech on how she’s been crying ever since she was chosen. She’s so heartbroken over the fact that the Capitol is suffering because of how many victor’s they’re losing to the games. Gloss follows up with talking about how they’ve been so kind to them ever since they won, and it’s been a pleasure mentoring since.
Enobaria expresses how sad she is that she won’t be able to experience the Capitol’s wonders, since there’s more to live through. She was hoping to get more body modifications and possibly become one of their featured darlings, or a modeling icon for the people back home.
Beetee does his intelligent rambling, talking about how the Quarter Quell is technically illegal and it shouldn’t exist in the first place. He asks if the experts—Gamemakers—have considered this and examined it as of late. You watch as Wiress goes up and backs him up calmly, explaining that this isn’t fair.
When Mags takes the stage, it’s filled with Caesar guessing what she’s trying to say, but you can tell that she’s outraged, too. She’s too old for this, and yet she volunteered to come to save a girl she mentored. Finnick talks through a bright smile, and when Caesar asks if he’s got anything to say, his eyes darken. He proceeds to recite a love poem that’s clearly talking about his home district and how he might not get to see it ever again. It’s misinterpreted and too many people in the crowd think it’s aimed at them.
“For District Five, we have the lovely (Y/n) (L/n)!” Caesar shouts, hand held out in your direction.
You get to your feet with a smile, heading toward the front of the stage. You place your hand in his, he squeezes your knuckles, “Hello, Caesar.”
“Hello!” He laughs, looking over what you’re wearing, “Well, don’t you look pretty! I don’t think I’ve seen anything quite like this before on stage.”
“My stylist was saving it for a special day, and that’s tonight, I suppose. I was just as surprised as you are.” You look out to the audience.
“Yes, it has been an interesting night so far.” He agrees, “Tell me, what was going through your mind at the reaping?”
You give a half-shrug, “I was disappointed, if I’m being honest.”
“And why’s that?” He asks.
“Well, I’m sure you can guess.” You shake your head, “I’m sure it’s an honor for some people to be back here again and have the opportunity to compete, but I’m losing out on one of the most important parts about living.”
“Let me guess, getting to mentor tributes?” He smiles.
You shake your head again, “No Caesar, it’s getting to see color.”
There’s enough gasps at once that makes your smile inwardly. You know what the other victor’s are trying to do, so you’ll help them. Even if they don’t invite you into their alliances, you’re with them on this. You don’t want the Quarter Quell to happen. You want to go home. That’s why you’ll expose yourself to the Capitol, because you’ve heard how colorful they are. They’ll eat up the idea of living this long without seeing color, ever.
Caesar gapes for a second, “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?”
You look out, “I will never get to see the Capitol the way the rest of you do. I hear the buildings are brightly colored, I hear how gorgeous the clothes are. And I will never get to experience that, because it’s being taken away from me.”
You can feel the tears build in your eyes. They’re partially real, because all you’ve ever wanted was to see the world the way your parents did. They saw real beauty everywhere they looked, and you saw nothing. And you will see nothing, until the day you die in the arena.
You hard blink to force the tears down your face, throat clogging. You have to play it up for them, otherwise they won’t care. You take a few seconds to dab at the corners of your eyes, with Caesar comforting you. The citizens are eating it up, there’s a few of them crying, you can’t see them past the light in your eyes, but you can hear them out there.
“I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Caesar squeezes your hand.
“I am too.” You sniff, fanning your face, “For what it’s worth, I think the city is beautiful without color, too.”
The buzzer goes off, signaling the end of your interview. There’s shouts complaining over how short it felt. You kiss the tips of your fingers and blow a kiss to the crowd before turning away and walking back to your seat. You struggle to hold in the smile that wants to break over your face.
The next few interviews are just as brutal. Johanna questions whether or not the creators can do anything about it. They never anticipated that the Capitol and the victors would form such a bond. Cecelia does a number by saying goodbye to her kids on camera, which has the whole audience in tears.
Seeder’s calm when she says that Snow is considered powerful. If he is, then certainly he can change the fate of the Quarter Quell, right? Chaff comes in swinging, reciting the same thing as Seeder but enforcing the idea that Snow must not care about the way his people feel.
And then Katniss walks to the front and the audience is in shambles. She’s unable to speak for several minutes, and by the tame she can, she’s speaking about her wedding. How none of them will be able to attend it, now that she’s been reaped for another Hunger Games, but Snow wanted to show them what could’ve happened.
She starts twirling like she did last year, except the minor flames from the year before have turned into large ones. They consume the end of the dress and eat away at the layers, until it reaches her shoulders, and suddenly the flames are gone. You’re left staring at a black dress with feathers. When she stretches her arms out, wings appear.
Katniss’ interview ends almost a minute later, and she takes her seat. This allows Peeta to come to the front of the stage, where they go back and forth being comical. Caesar changes the topic to the Quell once he sees an opportunity to, and there the mood slowly spirals downward.
He says that he and Katniss are already married, and they did it privately while they could because they wanted the moment to be theirs. Then he quickly says that it’s unofficial because the traditions back home mean almost nothing to a piece of paper confirming it. Caesar and the crowd eat it up, completely on the edge of their seats.
“As you say, no one could’ve. But I have to confess, I’m glad you two had at least a few months of happiness together.” Caesar says. There’s a round of applause, Katniss briefly looks up from her dress.
“I’m not glad,” Peeta suddenly ays, “I wish we had waited until the whole thing was done officially.”
There’s a shock that goes through Caesar, he doesn’t say anything for a second, “Surely even a brief time is better than no time?”
“Maybe I’d think that, too, Caesar,” Peeta spits, “if it weren’t for the baby.”
Silence.
The words sink in the air, but as people get to their feet, shaking their fists, voices raised and screaming about injustice, it sparks others to follow. It’s not long before the whole audience is a wreck and nothing but an indiscernible noise. Caesar stands there dumbfounded, speaking into the microphone but not gathering any attention.
You press your lips together to hide the smile cracking at the corners of your lips.
Caesar’s trying to get the crowd to calm down, chaos has broken out. There’s no point in saying anything once the anthem begins to play. The volume’s so loud that you can feel it in your chest when the deeper parts play. It lets you know that it’s time to get to your feet to say goodbye on the program.
You lace your fingers in front of you, but quickly notice that others are not doing the same. As you look down the line of victors to your left, where Peeta is at the end, you can see that they’re holding hands, and your district partner has his palm open to do the same.
You grab his hand, and turn to Finnick, who has this little smile on his face, hand held up for you to take. You carefully place your hand on top of his, he’s quick to lace his fingers with yours. You squeeze tightly, hoping for some reassurance, and find him squeezing back.
When you look up to the crowd, your face twists. The light is just as strong, but you can tell what’s beyond it, because it’s no longer a sea of different shades of black, white and grey. They’re in color, they’re bright, and they almost hurt your eyes from the shades they’re wearing.
You gasp, tears filling your eyes when you look out. You remember what your stylist said about the dress you’re wearing, and look down at it. Gentle, loving, innocent, beauty, light and uplifting pink. He was right. He dressed you as a princess for these people.
You tear your eyes away to finally, finally look at Finnick, your soulmate. The reason why you’re seeing these colors. You’re met with bright and breathtaking eyes, watching your face with a crooked smile. You can’t help the laugh that comes from you as the tears overflow your eyes.
“It’s you.” You breathe.
“It’s me.” He agrees.
#ilguna#finnick odair#finnick odair imagine#finnick odair oneshot#finnick odair x reader#finnick odair fanfic#finnick odair x yn#finnick odair x y/n#finnick odair x you#finnick odair x ps reader#finnick odair x plus size reader#finnick imagine#finnick oneshot#finnick fanfic#finnick x reader#thg#the hunger games#requested#damn thats a lot of tags#fluff
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#silco#silco arcane#arcane silco#vander arcane#vander#arcane vander#ambessa medarda#mel medarda#mel arcane#jayce talis#arcane jayce#viktor arcane#arcane viktor#violet arcane#arcane vi#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn arcane#jinx arcane#jinx#jinx and isha#isha arcane#sevika arcane#arcane sevika#sevika#arcane#damn thats a lot of tags
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kugrash core
#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#fantasy high spoilers#fantasy high junior year spoilers#fhjy spoilers#the unsleeping city#tuc#d20#dimension 20#damn thats a lot of tags#my posts
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of course, I just had to post the one and only…
Moonjou!
rambling below cut vvv
I made this SO long ago (I’d say around a year ago, so not that long but still) but it’s probably the piece I’m most proud of as a whole. It was made when I was originally trying to find my style, so this was heavily inspired by Olivecow ,, i stil like drawing in a toony style (and i do draw like this a lot), but i think i draw more comfortably in a semi realistic style :((
GOD i wish this were like my default style I LOVE SHAPES!!!!!!!! I LIKE USING SHAPES TO SHOW A CHARACTER WITHOUT WORDS!!!!!!!! but it’s whatever anyways I HEART MOONJOU!! or kinkamoon, whatever it is, i personally like either ship name and honestly i thought kinkamoon was the unanimously agreed upon ship name until like five months ago?? anwyas
#luvduv art#moonjou#kinkamoon#moonwatcher x kinkajou#kinkajou x moonwatcher#moonwatcher#moonwatcher wof#moon wof#kinkajou wof#kinkajou wings of fire#wof#wings of fire#art#digital art#ship art#wof art#id in alt text#i love toxic yuri#but i also like fluffy yuri from time 2 time…#that’s sounds so cringe when i put that way#omg#DAMN THATS A LOT OF TAGS
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More HFJONE art
Paper + Whiteboard sketches below
#hfjone#fanart#bradley silva#oscar mayworth#julien beaumont#owen thompson#liam plecak#bryce hansen#amelia euler#charlotte stern#nailpack#scentmold#sodapack#object show#osc#damn thats a lot of tags
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brain said what if buck in a dress . i said okay
#i headcanon buck to be genderqueer just like me#so this was euphoric to draw.#genderqueer he/she buck love of my life#<- eddie speech bubble#911#911 on abc#911 on fox#911 fanart#911 art#911 edit#911 on abc fanart#911 on fox fanart#911 on abc edit#911 on fox edit#evan buckley#911 buck#eddie diaz#911 eddie#hen wilson#911 hen#chimney han#911 chimney#buddie#buddie fanart#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#damn thats a lot of tags#tessa's art
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GUESS WHO IS ACTUALLY ABLE TO FINISH SOMETHING
Lyrics from Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) by Will Wood
AU by @sneakertin
#doctor who#tentoo#tenth doctor#the doctor#fanart#← of sorts#my brain is still rotting over this man#i will need to write about him soon#sigh#also tin sorry for spam tagging#but fr the AU is amazing and so is the art#go check them out#art#artists on tumblr#digital art#dw fanart#will wood#laplaces angel#lyrics#writing lyrics on drawings is a bad habbit of mine#what can i say#damn thats a lot of tags#zeph yapps#zeph draws#i fucking hate backgrounds btw#i think its obvious#next up drawing ten and simm#thats a threat#bounty hunter tentoo au
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Hii!! i see people liked my basil fanart,
so have auby in my style !!
I changed her colors a bit to fit with my art style !!
1st pic: Base Colors
2nd pic: Shading
3rd pic: Finished drawing (+ effects ;D)
#omori headspace#omori art#omori fanart#omori#omori aubrey#aubrey omori#ibispaintx#art by me#digital art#artists on tumblr#illustration#omori real world#drawing process#DAMN THATS A LOT OF TAGS#hahawasabi
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SACKGIRL'S TURN HOORAY
Just like Sackboy's scars on his lbp3 design, Sackgirl's prosthetic arm on her lbp3 design is from the Negativitron! Also she's older than him by 2 years.
+ separate pngs
(please reblog)
#pyoo's doodles#little big planet#lbp#littlebigplanet#lbp2#littlebigplanet 2#little big planet 2#lbp 3#littlebigplanet 3#little big planet 3#lbp fanart#sackboy a big adventure#sackgirl#lbp sackgirl#gijinka#humanization#human version#human au#damn thats a lot of tags
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Holy shit I forgot to post so many updates here again, I'm really sorry :(((
Update 3.1 is out also a Brazilian Portuguese translation for the mod is also out
Go check it out! :0
Also here is some sketches that I did
Love these two so much
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger mod#fear and hunger oc#fear and hunger termina#funger oc#ocs#fear and hunger o'saa#o'saa#oc x canon#o'saa fear and hunger#yumeship#fear and hunger osaa#osaa fear and hunger#funger osaa#f&h osaa#osaa funger#damn thats a lot of tags
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The sillys!! о(*^▽^*)о
A collection of some of my fav characters ♡ Photo dump kinda-
#danganronpa#nso kangel#needy streamer overdose#fullmetal alchemist#envy fullmetal alchemist#kokichi ouma#hajime hinata#nagisa shiota#assassination classroom#anime#tbhk#dr stone#hxh#kurapika#hxh pitou#neferpitou#silly#photo dump#faves#ishigami senku#tbhk hanako#might make more cuz i have a lot#assclass#nagisa shingetsu#damn thats a lot of tags
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Daniel: isnt it weird that we pay money to see other human beings??
Dottie: are you talking about prostitution, the movies, or plane tickets?
Blaze: glasses
#mystreet#phoenix drop high#mystreet starlight#daniel mystreet#dottie mystreet#blaze mystreet#daniel pdh#dottie pdh#blaze pdh#incorrect quotes#incorrect mystreet quotes#incorrect pdh quotes#source: tumblr#damn thats a lot of tags#aphblr
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also, the science fiction vibe that burrow's end is building up to is extremely cool and i love it so much
#my favorite kind of scifi lately is where its almost magical bec of a lack of understanding of the mysterious forces#and the slow revelation and understanding of the systems that govern the world#are fantasy and scifi truly that different or is it just a matter of aesthetics#but regardless#this is some cool shit and i fucking love it#and the characters moving in a way that is not just naive happy family??? i live for that shit#like its wild to think that tula might be the most naive adult#when she appears to be the most grounded#viola being calculating with her pregnancy?? some dune bene gesserit shit if ive ever seen it#the cult??? we dont even know that much about what they actually did??? what developments have they made???#grandma is genrational trauma but also WHAT HAS SHE SEEN#the kids are super cute tho and that tracks as a pair of young protagonists who will eventually be the key to /shifting the paradigm/#and THE FUCKING BUNKER FILLED WITH STOATS WHO HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT#d20 spoilers#burrow's end spoilers#damn thats a lot of tags#thoughts various
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I keep forgeting to post jesus
#kiss army#ace frehley#starchild#the spaceman#eric carr#paul stanley#peter criss#bruce kulick#fox army#damn thats a lot of tags
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