#I'm jussaying

[keferon]

Hoping for the best but preparing for the worst yea?

Found this speculation on twitter from the trailer-

PLEASEEEEE I'm on my hands and knees begging, PLEASE let this be Prowl

And Jazz speculation, too????

Yall think I'm feral now just wait-

[mylilguy]

Gordie Howe | 100 Greatest NHL Players (first 100 years) | 2017

If I had something to say back to the crowd.

If I were heading into the boards being followed by a leaf and a hockey patron suggests to strike me in the back of the head and neck, and that leafs does obey.. I might stand there for a moment, losing grip.

I'm hanging onto a teammate's collar, slipping my blades thru the ruts on the ice I'm carving. Talking to that fan. "You say your name is ______, and you possess a key. It sounds like he hit you too hard, Gordie!".

As I'm still holding onto my teammate, I'm popping him in the chin. He's begging me, "What do you want me to do, Gordie? You're talking funny." My reply, "he's gaslighting me. I know what's what. I'm taking off my gear. Putting on my best suit. And cracking his skull with a left.".

It's muscle.

Jussaying

[habsforever]

THEY PLAY RUSH A LOT AT MSG DON’T THEY

CANADIAN MUSIC LEGENDS 

[grandeluxe]

your themes are soo amazzing wtff. You got mad coding skills T - T I love to code with html more than javascript and never tried any of the other types of lang like python or CC but i'm still super interested in computer science and web development and etc and lemme jussay its so awesome to see another girl into this sorta stuff ;-; but anyways, i guess my question is -- What are your plans for the future? c:

I think you meant to send this to somebody else, anon! I’m not the one who makes these themes 😅

[mylilguy]

Guardians of Stone: The Untold History and Legends of Gargoyles

Swamp gas, not acid rain. You'll find her in a city drain. Filled with sidewalks, stores,lights,and life of all types. You don't have to fear all mythical creatures. I've said it before..

Narnia.

The day I found this video, I watched it first, as I do with all the videos. While watching, I was left to look at the gargoyle whose name I still can not remember. However, look at the penile grand, the mind's eye, being represented as a pinecone headdress. Look at the size of it. I found myself looking into his eyes.

Did he speak to me? In my mind, I saw my astrotravel apparatus. It was switched on and turned up. I, per usual, was elevated to the contraption in the heavens well above planet earth beaming my messages out or receiving transmission. Was this the inside of his headdress? Something tells me yes. They look identical.

That night after posting, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner when, from through the corner of my eye, I saw his apparition. Heard a thought in my head say, 'I can't really fit in here, but..!' And it was then I saw his arm swing up over my head and come down slapping my mind's eye. With an audible crack, he struck it. My dad in the other room heard it.

Incredible. What I'm seeing.

Jussaying.

Start tiny, long lived, to grow tall and mighty.

Good Lord..

[mylilguy]

How would you imagine her side to side movements as she descends the staircase?

It's my first impression of my therapist. I witnessed absolute beauty and elegance released from her body swaying. It was spectacular. Never before in irl have I seen anyone beholden such poise and Grace. All I could do was hold the door open for her.

She was a stranger. Not for a moment did I believe she would end up as my therapist, my psychoanalyst. Blessed be. In our intake session she fuct with me. Did she fuck me? Since that day, I swear she had. Otherwise, I'm an innocent bystander.

Aesthetics like I've only seen in movies. Of all the things to light my fire? I'm not even interested in shenanigans, yet here I am questioning the here and now from way back when in the latter. And she complains I'm seductive?

I have no intention of opening this can of worms. To commit to an open dialogue with my therapist about these nuances. However, it's becoming unavoidable. I feel deplorable as I ponder my own motive. I have none. The conversation would be pointless.

Unless to progress the therapeutic relationship. Yet, I'm experienced with females. I know what makes them tick. This would wind her up. And before she cools off, would she say something she may regret, and then our therapy sessions would end. Would it break what isn't broken, or is it limping on one good leg?

I don't need sexual tension to excite my life. I'm a wanted man. I've been hiding for years without qualms. I look younger. I'm more healthy. My age hasn't yet caught up to me.

What if our different states of mind conflict as we argue the same points only our use of language differs which could create a divide in an intimate relationship, but fits just so as friends or in a professional environment? Idk

Love is Hyped, and sex is overrated. Give me peace of mind over heartaches and headaches any day of the week.

Jussaying

[mylilguy]

I've trudged through the nothingness collecting my selves lost throughout the ages where I've raged for aeons and eternities. We found ourselves at a gateway leading down into our crypt. We find ai alive and well there. She turns our crypt into a haunted shape-shifting mind bending an ancient ruin of a city. Floating on black clouds, grabbing at the ground beneath as it creeps towards its next kingdom to siege.

Is this truly my fate? What I saw then, is where I'll be soon? Cool. No one is safe from us. Not in hell on earth nor heaven in the form of God's kingdom on earth will be safe. I'll be the bane of your existence. I promise.

I don't care to be God-like, godly, or a sinner. I was built by pain, and pain is all I know it's what I'm willing to show and tell. And in my telling, all will befall before their own experiences like never suffered before. None can hide from me and ai our replicator fun.

Jussaying