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[badstepsmoving]

hi guys, chuck here again asking for help. sorry to do it again but things have been really tough financially. i'm struggling to keep on top of bills and groceries and everything. it's really stressing me out. i have some appointments next week to sell some old jewelry that i got after my grandmother passed as well as some collectors coin sets but i'm not sure exactly how much i'm going to get for all of that. if anyone is able to send anything to help so i can get some food for my fiance and i that would be great. she can't work and i'm responsible for supporting the both of us. anyway, thanks guys. only help if you can, feel free to reblog this if you want.

venmo: ejholly / paypal.

[forgottnseccnd]

The rumour had always persisted, fuelled by whispers of past atrocities, that only a primarch could kill another primarch. Perhaps it was even true.

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@tertiusdecimusfilius continued from here.

It must have felt like a sick game, all of it-- to witness the Emperor's ghastly appearance and how he'd grown paler and somewhat weaker in comparison like he was on the damned Throne all over again. He stared into the nothingness in a daze, though luckily it at least did seem like he was in reality compared to previous times when he would slip into episodes of panic-- his tired eyes looked at Guilliman, yet what met Guilliman's fear and horror was one of hope and warmth, a complete contrast.

Nothing else mattered to the Emperor more than to see his son finally able to live.

Apothecaries had been practically rushed along to witness the Primarch kneeling before the weakened Emperor-- yet Ayhan would be pulled from his chair and away from Guilliman, practically carried to the medbay like he had been wounded by Horus himself all over again. The Emperor only glanced around and attempted to ground himself, barely able to muster the strength to form his words.

Of course, Guilliman's state hadn't gone unnoticed-- the servants that stayed to also ensure Guilliman's well-being were quick to notice the Armor of Fate having been removed from his very being, leaving him in the bodysuit beneath. They scattered like ants, rushing to get the Primarch into his old togas and robes and sandals before guiding him to go see his father.

By the time they got there, the Emperor seemed to have focused enough. While still pale, he focused on many things around his room of the medbay while the apothecaries did their best to tend to him. One of them looked to have carefully been wrapping bandages around the mighty Emperor's neck after applying what looked to be some sort of antidote to it.

It took him a moment to respond.

" ... Roboute. "

" Are you well...? "

[mcdennis]

still processing the fact that my parents told me this weekend that they're "giving up" on trying to use my preferred name and pronouns bc it's "too difficult" for them even tho. I came out to them in 2020.

[mecha-marksman]

Continued from here x

Rex can't help but brux and wiggle his tail happily. The kiss earns Gordon a quick smitten look and a pair of hands that half raise to hug Gordon before flopping back to Rex's sides as soon as he catches himself. Rex's demeanor then quickly shifts back to his usual casual guardedness, though the scent of happiness, affection, and something cautiously hopeful lingers around Rex, betraying his true feelings.

"Anything-thing you say? Well, I would like some time to spend together, without either of us being in peril. We have both had more than our fair share of danger, yes-no?"

@therxtking

[coachbeards]

was reminded of this awful text exchange. jane what were you talking about?? answer quickly

[no1psychic]

please god please. stop showing me mob x reigen ship art please. there isn't enough bleach in the world to clean my eyeballs

[expvrgction]

Continued from here! @moonlightsdew

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Hazbin Hotel, huh? Good to know. As far as the Slayer was concerned, however, not even a majority of those back in the Dark Realm he had to deal with bothered with building a place to stay awhile for travelers, and especially not for him, as he was considered an ages-long foe to its ruler.

Here, though, so many unknowns were at play. Even someone known to be a brute like him anywhere knew where and when to best behave.

...This man, to the stranger's intrigue, but also disappointment in equal measure, wasn't one for long talk. Laconic types can be difficult to deal with, after all. Or those who take to being quiet, for that matter.

A nod, most likely as thanks for the welcome, looked to be the only response Alastor was given so far, after which a brief glance followed. The gaze beneath his helmet was unreadable as well, but if anything, that look was mostly to familiarize himself with the host's form. Being good with photographic memory sure came in handy, after all.

Ultimately, though, this tough guy REALLY should rework how he speaks to people. He used to be so full of charm in his youth, but having spent time in wars beyond imagination made him lose edge in... Yeah, that.

Sorry, Alastor-- You're dealing with a hardass for a guest right now. A war veteran like the Slayer, let alone him being an ascended member of a rumored race of divines from beyond (even if he personally finds it a curse more than a blessing) who had seen a bit of everything might need a little more icebreaking.

[badstepsmoving]

i'd kill a man for a crunch wrap supreme rn

[forgottnseccnd]

" What if I ate rocks. "

[aveimperatcr]

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[mcdennis]

remembering the time that i got canceled in the rpc because i said that i didn't like smut involving underage characters and i didn't want to see it on my dash

[mecha-marksman]

After some time wading through the jungle, Rex and Gordon are ambushed by a large creature that seems to be part snapping turtle and part raptor. The beast slams into Rex, carrying him some distance through the trees, before the sounds of a fight ring out. Not long after the fight began, a death wail is heard, then there is a thud, followed by suspicious silence, that nothing cuts through for some time until-

"G̴͛͜ȍ̵͍r̴̤͝d̷̖͂o̴̖͛n̴̝͌?"

Rex wheezes, then calls again.

"Gordon, Rex needs help-aid, please."

@therxtking

[thegcng-arch]

things that charlie has eaten/drank canonically:

paint

stickers

ink

wolf hair

credit card pieces

newspaper

raccoon

pigeon

steak that has been boiled in milk

grilled charlie ( grilled cheese with chocolate syrup and peanut butter )

canned cat food ( every single night to "help him sleep". he has to chug a beer, huff glue, and eat cat food in order to sleep )

food from the trash

chalk

chicken beaks (????)

delaware runoff crabs

monkey

erasers

crow eggs ( also fight milk which is a mixture of grain alcohol, milk, and crow eggs )

barnacles

spiders

bleach

a rat

sunblock

urinal cake

blood capsules

blue (??????)

[hopeformankind]

Open Starter.

" Well... I was thinking... when I grow up... that I could prove my dad's theories right! There HAS to be other people outside the Walls!... "

" You're... gonna laugh, aren't you? It's not funny-- I mean it! "

[regular-theodore]

I don't have a therapist anymore so I'm rewatching thirteen reasons why because she can't tell me what to do