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i lied here’s another one
#ignore how the two flames are in different artstyles ❤️#anyway#been spinning sampo and his relationship with money around in my head#like a lot#on one hand he has a near obsession with money but still states epsilon’s obsession with it as one of the reasons why he dislikes epsilon#(in the cn text at least which IS the original sooo)#then he also starts flaunting cash before even opening his mouth when some snipers are after him#ik offering money so some guys don’t kill you is reasonable but he lets go of it so easily it feels like he doesn’t really care about it#like getting the money through scams and stuff is the fun part for him not actually owning the money#imagine risking your head just to get some cash you don’t really care about anyway#what if you burn it#wouldn’t that be funny#sampo koski#my art#hsr
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I’m still working on my logo bUUUTTTT MY ETSY SHOP IS UP AND RUNNING NOW!
💓 babybugscrafts.etsy.com 💓
Prints of all 12 original digital art piece that I displayed at the NOW WHAT??? art gallery are available there :3 updated to include my new signature n everything!
Multiple sizes are available for all of them and before shipping they’re all under $20 <3
Already got a bunch of other pieces that I’m excited to finish and list too hehe c;
!!!***if you encounter any issues ordering a print PLEASE message me so I can take care of it asap!! I am using a print-on-demand service until I make enough to get a proper printer for art so I wanna make extra sure it all goes smoothly.
Also I promise I tried my best to find a site that had good shipping prices for the sizes I offer😭
#mine#my art#I still have 8 of the big prints that were on display at the gallery that I’ll make a proper post about soon#in case anyone is interested in getting one of those#the other 4 sold for $100-200 each so just keep that in mind when messaging me an offer#I don’t plan on selling these through Etsy so I’ll most likely take payments through cash app#thank u if you check it out/share/buy something#I’m v excited to finally be going this I didn’t think I’d actually sell my drawings ever so this is cool and fun#digital arwork#digital drawing#digital art#etsyshop#etsyseller#artists on etsy#digital art prints#art print#creepy aesthetic#creepycore#creepy art#creepy cute
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*gutteral screams* I love dutch hospitality
#had a wine tasting dinner/evening w a close friend of mine#and we went to a very just. dutch wine place and god. GOD i love that environment#i walked in and instantly started chatting w the owner and like 15 mins later I had his name n number on a beer thingy#bc hes opening a new restaurant and offered a job if I want it (hes like 65 and so sweet)#and we had such a good and casual evening and he was so osoososos kind#and then when I wanted to pay it was 127 and first he asked if I had cash w ofc I said 'yea i got tips' n he was like 'thats what I thought'#and then I put down 150 and I was abt to say make it like 135/140 and he was before I could even say it he said 'ill get u 20 back'#and I was like '??? no no make it-' and he just went 'no no no ill get you 20 back' like ???? he wouldn't LET ME tip him#he was soososos kind and if I dont get this internship/job situation I might go for that job bc its exactly the kind of hospitality#that I adore and love sososoos much and thats so deep in my heart yk#anyway yea fun evening#I'm slightly tipsy#kyle.txt
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I am buying this painting btw. it is titled Puppy and it’s $60
#Bargain tbh#bad photo. Don’t worry about it#talking to the artist was hilarious because she immediately gave the phone to her husband and he also didn’t understand me so I was#like no probs I’ll send a text. And I can just HEAR them discussing my offer to purchase and we hashed out the time and place to meet#tomorrow morning at 10am at the cafe this painting was hanging in. She and her hubby will be there. Cash in hand#I get the idea they’re an elderly couple lol
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I thought today was a good one..
#just some vent art idk#vent#vent art#...........................................................................................................................................#............................................................................................................................................#the initial start was unclear#i got ready for my class like usual and my dad's mood was entirely unreadable#usually in these situations i have an internal debate thats goes something like#“is he in a good mood? is he in a bad one? is his eye irritated again? maybe he's still waking up?”#its a 50/50 kinda deal#sometimes he's emotionless until right when im dropped off and he says “have a good day! love you!” in his nice way#today there was nothing#i just got out of the truck and just as i was closing the door i barely heard a “love you” in a monotone voice#i thought nothing of it bc i did some work before class and my mood lightened#afterwards i went to the lounge and they were doing another event thing that offered free food if you did it#the food was greek food so i figured it wouldnt hurt. i got the food#it was awesome ngl and it really made my day better#then dad picked me up....#he was still unreadable but i could tell his patience was low just by the way he was driving#its crazy and kinda sad that i can immediately tell what mood he's in even through the most mundane change#but about 5 minutes into the ride my mind was a racing mess. i kept asking questions#trying to gauge what mood he's in. he wasn't projecting or groaning like he usually does so o figured maybe he's just wanting to get home#to my surprise we didn't immediately gi home: we went to his old work (family owned business)#when we got there I can't describe the relief i felt to be with other people. especially my grandmother#i did some refund stuff while we were there. dad also seemed to lighten up and things seemed fine#but when we got back in the truck it was back to being tense. we still didn't go home- we went to the bank so he could cash a check#but otw there he mentioned his birthday is this Saturday. i said i knew and that I'd be happy to spend the day with him if he had something#planned. bc id loke to spend time with him on his bday instead of my Granny's Halloween party (which i still enjoy but yknow.. dad)#there's an awkward silence and then he just goes “i guess based off your silence you're not interested in what i have planned for my birth-#day?“ perplexed i said ”i am- im just waiting for you to tell me“
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Very special installation of Makomo’s album (part 11) since it’s on paper :D
(Masterlist)
Bonus:
Shinobu: what happened to your phone? The quality is real bad.
Makomo: I..dropped it in my soup. Putting it in dry rice didn’t help..
References:
Link to ‘THE’
#kny#demon slayer#tomioka giyuu#octo’s art#sabito#sabigiyuu#SABIBUN AU#shinobu kocho#kny makomo#angry sabibun lmao#put a case over him like you would do to a bug in the floor#get trapped idiot#Makomo’s phone has soup quality lmao#in universe explanation for digital -> paper#I love doodling Makomo & Shinobu shenanigans#their little jellybean faces#was trying to hold off so my laptop could get fixed b4 u made this but we couldn’t get to Laptop Store y’know how it is#can’t even offer commissions for cash flow bc my ArtTop (art laptop) is fucked#but that’s okay bc drawing on paper is fun :D#I forgot how fun it is to color with alcohol markers ?? very delicious <3#ever put ur phone in dry rice after it got soaked? I had to do that twice in my life bc I have butter fingers#Makomo’s album
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bro im so mad about the watcher announcement bc yeah 5 bucks a month isn’t a lot but THEY ONLY MAKE LIKE 1 VIDEO A WEEK!!!
#i just don’t understand why they don’t push their patreon more or join something like nebula#because at least with nebula there’s several other creators u get more of ur moneys worth#and with patreon they could offer paid content WITHOUT sacrificing their 3 million subs#i’ll be fr i don’t think they’re that hard up for cash i just think it’s greed#or at least like ease into paid content why are they going all or nothing bro#AND DOUBLING DOWN ON IT TOO#the only good stuff on there is mystery and ghost files i wouldn’t wanna pay for the other stuff#watcher
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TwiFicmas23 Day 3: Hybrid (The Party)
Good evening! I might have spent today reading a very old draft and realizing that as bad as the draft is, there is potential there. I'm pretty excited, and hoping I can salvage some of it for a future day.
But today I humbly offer a new scene from the OG Hybrid. This particular scene comes from earlier in the fic - after Jasper tried to feed on Alice and the Cullens begrudgingly welcome Alice to join their lunch table, but you wouldn't call them friends yet. Plus Alice is still set on being a normal high schooler with normal experiences.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!
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The party is exactly what I expected - eighty teenagers in a log house unsupervised. There’s a good mix of Res kids and town kids; and from the conversation that I overhear, it's not just Forks High students from town either - at least a few are from the hippie school which might explain the distinctive smell wafting from the den - and a few people who have definitely graduated.
I feel awkward from the moment I arrive; after all, other than Angela and the Cullens, I don’t really hang out with many kids from school. I was so determined to have a normal experience and go to a high school party without vampires, I hadn’t really considered the reality of the situation. And the sheer amount of complete strangers here puts me on edge - it’s one thing to try and hang out like a normal teenager with my classmates and schoolmates. It’s an entirely different thing to be faced with a house full of random people when I don’t have anyone here to watch my back. The few parties I had attended in Chicago, I had gone to with one of my foster siblings, and no matter how much we disliked each other or what arguments we had, we always had each other’s back.
And Cynthia was way too young to be dragged to a high school party - no matter how enthusiastically she would have attended this with me - so I was on my own. I could do this, I had been to parties before. Hell, I’d been a homeless middle schooler when I went to my first party, a rave in an abandoned warehouse. A house party was nothing to be nervous about.
It’s easy enough to get a slice of pizza and a cup of what I know isn’t just a sugary sweet concoction of soda and juice. I smile and I talk - compliments for a girl in a bedazzled mini-dress, and another one with long pink and white hair; a couple of jokes for the guys manning the pizza boxes. I feel like I’m playing the part of a teenage girl at a party more than I feel like myself, but it’s something. I even manage to smile prettily and take a puff of a cigarette that I know isn’t tobacco and maybe have another drink and another until I’ve made party-friends with a group from Port Angeles who know a guy who knows a girl who got an invite or something. I feel a little more at ease with the alcohol in my system, and when the conversation turns to something I’m more familiar with.
In fact, I’m in the middle of explaining how we used to do our nails at my last foster home, when I’m rescued by a group of Forks High classmates; Mike Newtown is clearly their spokesperson as he unwelcomely grabs my arm.
“Hey, we didn’t know you were here,” he says loudly; I can tell from the flush on his cheeks, he’s either helped himself to the beers piled into the bathtub down the hall or he’s been drinking the same punch as I have.
“I’ve been here a while,” I say, and decide that I’m not going to make a fuss that he’s glanced down at my chest right now. He can look twice, and then I start getting bitchy.
“We’re about… about to play a game. Connor’s setting up, come join us.”
There’s something about the way that Mike is pulling on my arm, and two of the girls he’s with are looking at me that makes me agree, quickly bidding the group I was talking to farewell.
“You’re Alice, right?” One of the girls sidles up to me, sloshing her drink a little. “First party, huh? I’m Jennifer. A lot of these people crashed tonight. You gotta look out for each other.”
“Mrs Sawyer is gonna lose her shit when she sees this,” chortled the other girl, shoving a full cup at me. “Rob isn’t going to see the light of day until he’s like thirty after this.”
A boy I recognise from English - Austin - sidled up to us. “Rob’s in the den and he’s out. He’s not gonna have a clue what happened here. Told him to pace himself, but he never fuckin’ listens. Conner’s set up, let’s go.”
I take my seat at whatever dumb drinking game this is, and everyone seems eager to play. Jennifer and Samantha sit with me, but it doesn’t stop Mike Newton - who seems somewhat out of place here, without his usual group of friends - from clumsily flirting with me. I’ve had too much of the soda to appropriately call him out and make him stop, and my lukewarm disinterest seems to actually encourage him, though Jennifer swats at his hand when he attempts to casually touch my leg.
It’s not the worst night or party I’ve been to. It’s hot and loud, but there aren’t any fights breaking out, and most of the illicit substances seem to be kept in the back rooms of the house. It’s amazing how time locked up in a mental hospital cured me of any interest in anything stronger than weed and whatever was in my drink; plus the last thing I wanted was to get that kind of reputation.
But by midnight, I feel… sticky. I’m sweaty and my mouth tastes sour and sickly; my head is spinning and I’m too hot and I need to get out of this shitty house and away from these people who don’t even know who I am. Samatha and Jennifer have clearly decided to keep track of me, and there’s some obligation because I’m one of them, but they aren’t my friends and we probably won’t acknowledge this night ever again. Plus, a few of the hippie school guys have been watching me from the corner, and even through the haze of alcohol and weed, alarm bells are ringing - I can sense animosity from a mile away.
I need to get out of here.
It’s easy enough to excuse myself to the bathroom and then just leave through the laundry room door without anyone noticing. My head feels syrupy as I make it down the deck stairs and out into the night.
It’s colder outside than I remember and the air is such a relief, I want to press my face to the ground. I wish I had some water, but I need to get home - I was supposed to get a ride from someone here, but I didn’t trust myself to ask the right person right now, and I don’t really want to wait around any longer.
Plus, it was only a ten minute drive from town to this house, I could easily walk it. I’d made Simon drop me off at the crossroad half a mile away, I knew the way home.
Stumbling down the driveway, I let the noise and light of the party fade away behind me. The house was right up against the lake, and the drive wove through the forest from the main road - leaving me in the dark. But it was nice; a relief.
It was a beautiful night, and I was enjoying the walk - it was even helping sober me up.
At least, I was right up until about halfway, when I tripped over something and landed flat on my face in the gravel. That also indicated to me that I was… not quite as sobered up as I thought, because the pain felt very distant in that moment, like I was filing it away for later.
I shouldn’t have had so much to drink when I knew it was spiked.
Getting up was not a possibility. My ankle was sore, the world was spinning, my knees were burning, and the ground was nice and cool. The best I could manage was to half crawl to the side of the driveway and collapse in the long grass to wait for it to pass. I wasn’t sure if that was the night, my drunken state, or my inability to stand up, but I figured I could wait it out. I was comfy.
It was a pretty night, with the clouds drifting across the sky. It’s pleasant enough that I just lie there, staring up at the moon and the stars, with my head swimming. It’s not as bad as the feeling I used to get in the hospital when they’d give us the drugs to make us sleep. That made me feel like I didn’t have control over my arms and legs, like I was stuck and trapped and at the whim of someone else. This is warmer, and I’m still in control; kind of like I’m dreaming but awake. It was nicer. I kind of understood why some kids had preferred alcohol to meds now.
It’s just so peaceful, even if the damp is seeping through my top, that I lose track of the time. Dad had been worried letting me go, and made me swear I’d be home by one but I was nearly certain that I was going to miss that deadline. It was weird having a curfew - unless I was homeless, curfews at the hospital and in my foster homes had been more of the ‘in bed by nine, don’t even consider an alternative’ flavour.
At a certain point, though, reality began to break through the peaceful little haze I had going on, and I remembered my phone in the little sling bag that had gallantly survived the entire night without getting lost.
There were no cabs in Forks to my knowledge - and from what I had seen at school, there was a fifty-fifty chance they’d refuse to pick me up for one of three reasons: I was the daughter of the gay guys, I was the mysterious newcomer, or that I had been drinking at a high school party. After a few weeks in Forks, I’d found that the small-town judgment and prejudice were quieter than expected but it ran deep.
Cynthia had programmed a bunch of useful numbers into my phone for me, so maybe that included a solution to the fact I was lying in the mud next to the driveway of a classmate’s house.
Scrolling through my phone contacts, I wondered if I should just bite the bullet and call Dad or Simon, and own the fact that I was still a little bit high and still a little… okay, a lot drunk. I wouldn’t be the first ex-foster kid to come home drunk, and I wouldn’t be the last. But I also dreaded the look on my Dad’s face; that tired and disappointed one that looked like he had failed me and not the other way around. I wanted so much to be able to say that yeah, the party was fine, and have that been the end of it. I didn’t want the lecture, I didn’t want the embarrassment and I didn’t want…
I froze as I looked at my list of contacts. Five new numbers that I had certainly not programmed into my phone, and Cynthia certainly hadn’t added because if she knew and had these numbers, I was nearly positive that she would have sold them off to the highest bidder in the middle school cafeteria.
How the fuck had the Cullens’ collective numbers ended up in my phone? Had I done it at one of our awkward lunches? That seemed unlikely, but my brain couldn’t completely rule that out as a possibility, especially when I was sleep-deprived or bogged down with homework. And why would Dr Cullen’s number be included if we’d exchanged numbers during lunch? As shitty as their high school act was, they at least knew that offering me Dr Cullen’s number would be fucking weird.
Scowling, I selected the one member of the Cullens I would actually willingly talk to - well, the one member of the Cullens that I was quasi-certain wouldn’t immediately pass the phone off to any of the three members of the family I refused to speak to on principle.
Emmett seemed cool, but I sensed weakness in him when it came to the will of Rosalie and tonight was not the night to test that theory out.
If I hadn’t had so much punch, this would seem like a terrible idea. But if I hadn’t had so much punch, I’d be cheerfully walking myself home. Well, not cheerfully. But I’d be home in bed already, willing tonight to just go down in my personal history as mediocre and not worth repeating.
“Hello?” The sound of Jasper’s voice sent a shiver down my spine and a spike of … reassurance? Like everything was okay or would be okay because he was so good at putting things… putting me… back together.
Or he would be, in the future. I had seen it.
“Why is your number in my phone?” In my head, it sounded indignant but even I could hear my words run together. Fuck. “I didn’t put it there.”
“…Alice?” The way he said my name… I thought I’d known what it would sound like after years of visions. But it was different in real life, better. He sounded confused and slightly startled, which was new. Normally when he said my name it was a polite greeting. In my visions, it was warmer and more intimate.
“Yes, it’s Alice - do you and your family regularly inflict your phone numbers on unsus… unsusp… teenage girls that don’t know you stole their phones? You’re getting us all confused?”
“Alice are you… intoxicated?” He sounds incredulous.
“Why does that matter?” I demanded. Jasper might be the love of my life, but he had not yet earned the privilege of commenting on my chosen activities, let alone get to police me. “For your information, there was a party at Rob Sawyer’s tonight and all the real teenagers went. You and your family need to be more convincing.”
“I can attest that not everyone went, because Bella is downstairs with Edward,” Jasper replied.
“Well, her high school priorities are clearly different to mine,” I retorted; I was irritated that he was so calm and I couldn’t work out why. “I prefer to enjoy my youth. It’s fleeting, you know. One day she’ll look back and wonder why she spent so… so much time listening to her old man boyfriend play the piano when she could have been doing something fun… like going to a rave.” What was I saying? I hated raves. I liked getting dressed for them, because it was fun, but I hated how sweaty and crowded and smothering they were.
“Where are you, Alice?” Jasper sounds far too amused for my liking, and if he were here, I’d have smacked him.
“I’m fine.” My back was actively wet now, and I was certain I was covered in mud.
“Uh huh. Are you alone?”
“Yes.” There was a nearby frog I could hear, but nothing else. I was surprised - no one had left yet. Was it normal for Forks High parties to go on this long or did people stay over or what?
“You should call your parents, Alice. Get them to pick you up. Or Carlisle can if you’re worried,” Jasper says so kindly that all my indignation deflates like a balloon, and a ball of panic wells up in my chest.
“No. You cannot tell my father about this,” I said. “You have to swear.”
“Alice, I think your parents would prefer you were home safe rather than alone and intoxicated,” Jasper said soothingly.
“No. I don’t… they aren’t allowed to see this. I’m already too much trouble and messed up their lives, and I don’t want to disappoint them again,” I said, and felt tears well up in my eyes. “I must be costing them so much and they have to take me a bunch of places and watch me and every time I mess up or say something wrong, they get this look on their faces like they screwed up. It’s not. They didn’t have to take me into their home, not really, and I… I want to make it worth it for them.” I sniffled.
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
“Tell me where you are, Alice. I’ll drive you home.”
“Rob Sawyer’s house party. It’s on a dirt road.”
“That’s not… Don’t hang up, okay? I’m going to track your phone.”
“That sounds illegal, Jasper,” I said, wriggling around on the grass to get more comfortable. “How do you even do that?”
“It’s a long story. And yes, it is. But desperate times call for desperate measures.”
“I’m fine.” Kind of cold and muddy, and my knees and ankle were hurting in kind of a distant way, but the sweaty nausea had passed. I could easily fall asleep here. It wouldn’t even make the top ten worst places I’d slept in my life.
“We’ll agree to disagree, Alice.” I could listen to Jasper say my name forever. “But I do have a question for you while we wait.”
“Okay?”
“Why did you call me? I put all the numbers in your phone. Why me?”
I froze. He didn’t sound like he resented that I had chosen him; there was a note of something in his voice, something raw and real and even a little bit… not eager. But something. Maybe curiosity?
“Who else would I call? I hate doctors. Rosalie hates me. Edward doesn’t trust me and he reads minds. Emmett was a possibility, but he looks easily broken,” I said.
“And Esme?” Jasper sounded disappointed.
“I have a lot of mommy issues, let’s not unpack that box. I didn’t see her number there anyway.” I propped myself up on one arm. “You weren’t the last resort, Jasper. You were my first and only choice.”
“…Why?” Now I could hear the self-loathing in the boy’s voice.
“Because I trust you,” I replied. “You’re the person I trust the most in the world. Or you will be one day.”
Silence again. “I don’t understand.”
“I’ve known about you for a long time,” I said, watching the clouds move across the sky. “You’re a protector, a planner. You love to read and learn but you loathe high school. You have a wicked sense of humour, and you just… fix everything. There’s nothing too terrible or silly or chaotic that you don’t make better. Just by being there, you’re making things perfect…” He was. I had years of dreams of laughing and talking together, of the way he would stroke my hair and wrap his arms around me. The way we’d lie together, him reading and me drawing or messing around on my phone. We were meant to be so happy.
And it had to be said that he was… goddamn magnificent in bed. And like, I wasn’t entirely sure when he had died, but it was definitely in a ‘lie back and think of England’ era for women, so I felt like I should send a fruit basket or something to whichever ex-girlfriend had intervened because he was… outstanding. I’d only seen stuff like that over the last few years and it had been very enlightening on multiple levels. It had also been comforting that after every single thing that I’d lived through, I’d still be able to have that kind of intimacy with another person without all that fear and grief looming over me, and even enjoy it.
If he gave me one single chance to be something, whatever he wanted, I’d be his ride-or-die forever. I knew how fiercely and completely we’d love each other, and I wanted that so badly. He’d been my best friend long before either of us had set foot in Forks, and I just needed him to take that leap of faith and trust me, the weird girl who knew too much, to capture that future that we both desperately wanted and needed.
And I had no idea how I would convince Jasper of that. That I wouldn’t ask for this if it wasn’t something that I was so very certain we both wanted…
The phone had gone quiet.
“…What was I saying?” I yawned.
“I hope I can live up to your expectations.” Jasper’s voice was softer now. “I’ve got your location, Alice, I’ll be there soon.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I said, as the phone line went dead. Awkwardly jamming my phone back into my sling bag, I closed my eyes for just a moment. Jasper was coming to get me and I’d go home, and everything would be okay.
#alice cullen#jasper hale#jalice#ficmas#ficmas23#my fic: hybrid#alcohol is bad kids#jasper just at home reading on a friday night and alice drunk calls him and he's bewildered#ma'am this is a wendys#alice staring emmett down and going 'it's no use. you're a wife guy. you'll fold faster than superman on laundry day.'#jasper being oddly touched and humbled that alice picked him#jasper being intrigued and then terribly embarrassed about drunken alice's rambling#the image of cynthia standing in the middle school cafeteria taking cash offers for each of the cullens' cellphone numbers#“*five* dollars for edward cullen's number? please. five dollars won't even get you *my* number. try again. i know you have birthday money”#mike newton tries and fails again#for comedy purposes we need a fic where mike is leah's imprint and is the best damn stay at home boyfriend ever#justice for mike newton
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are you stil active?
Yeah! I'm on here every day, I'm just a little burned out so I don't post often.
#I got a pretty shit second job to get some extra cash and it only made me more tired but good news is that the contract is over#also I got kinda tired of the way I usually draw#I don't hate it but I rarely experiment and I've been using the same process without any change for years and years and years so I'm bored#I would like to try different brushes rendering processes and even compositions and styles#but obviously I'm still experimenting and I'm not used to it so I'm not liking anything I do lol#and I'd also like to try less funny/wholesome stuff and experiment with horror and gore honestly#but I'm too used to draw cutesy stuff so I'm having a hard time to be satysfied by what comes out#working on it 😔#for now I offer you occasional doodles and shitposts#asks#not art
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there’s a gator scenepack on youtube that’s like 35 minutes long so i think it’s all of them!!!!! but if that sucks n you wanna buy the full season but cant then feel free to drop your cashapp or whatever :} - 🐶
omg 🥺 that’s so sweet of u im 👉👈
But I just looked and it’s back to being included with prime!! 👏🥳
I have already watched that scene pack hehehe but I like watching the whole scene sometimes - makes his reactions better! :3
#Had to look up if u can even get cash app where I live but turns out u can!#Also I just got paid but this was a very kind offer from uuuuuuuuu#<3#hotlunch#🐶 anon#Maybe rewatching bits will give me ideas for replies to ur another asks >:)
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#WELP i misread the enrollment dates for the fall quarter 😵💫#i was thinking enrollment didn't open until the end of this month so i wasn't worrying about it too much#but apparently enrollment opened at the end of july not the end of august#and the class i need to enroll in has a maximum of ten spaces#which means that now i get to be stressed about it filling up before i can scrape the cash together#have i mentioned lately how fucking exhausting and hopeless the job search has been?#so tired of submitting job applications to jobs i am qualified for and hearing absolutely nothing back#or in some cases hearing back after like two months ''we've hired another applicant'' without ever offering an interview#also i briefly thought i'd be able to apply for this one writing program scholarship#but though *i'm* eligible it turns out that it's only for journalism/novel/poetry courses#and nothing in the film/television stream of the writing program -_-#boo urns et cetera#anyway i'll figure it out somehow i just needed to do some stress venting in the tags here
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MILES HACHE — MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION
Due to his life in the military, Miles doesn't have many personal possessions besides the things he moves with and everything in his room at his family home. One of the things he keeps with him is a small collection of CDs (cassettes in his modern verse). Most from his grandparents, but also a few from a store with CDs within walking distance of his grandparents' home. He keeps photos in his CD cases: photos of his parents, grandparents, him, and his friends (some from childhood, some in service). He keeps them because they remind him of home, even if the tech is becoming more and more obsolete -- he still has a CD/cassette player, though.
#miles. a new world hangs outside the window#miles headcanons.#he's got some johnny cash. some jack white. some RHCP. and a few more I haven't decided on yet#Miles shows your muse some photos of him and his buddies closer to him enlisting. could be good times. could get angsty#him offering one to your muse if they're close. your muse discovering these after he dies in action#me3 has me deep in the angst. my apologies#death tw#in tags but
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this is who nishiki should've got to shoot out that window. this mf wouldn't have butchered it.
#kazama shintaro must die#that's the name of the the movie i just made up in my head#nishikiyama hires yusuf dikeç for a hit but mr. dikeç is retired from that line of work#and he prefers to spend his days chilling with his cats#his armory is practically a dust collection at this point- he keeps telling himself to get rid of everything but he can't bring himself to#when he gets the offer- it's a handsome amount of money- an all cash offer#with this much money he could finish paying off his daughters' medical debt and truly retire with his cats peacefully#he could even put down gunsmithing as a job and let it become a hobby again#he accepts but he has conditions and nishikiyama is all ears after all mr. dikeç is the best shot he's got. literally.#bro if this wasn't a real life man i would deadass make a oneshot of this hahahaha#he's soooo cooooool
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Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)
#text post#Housemate was amazing and helped me calm down a bit before ae went to work bc my brain woke up in meltdown mode over this tbh#it sucks bc like. im excited to see my mum despite the Everything with that lmao#but im not excited for how her bf has been acting since they got here (and it's been day 1 out of 7 days)#with some outright homophobic comments while Housemate and i hosted them briefly at our house yesterday afternoon#not abt us but like. i mean. u know we're both queer so#doesn't really matter if it's abt us or not it's still fucky and makes me worry abt how he's gonna be today!!#doesn't help that he really wanted to go to Italy with her instead this summer#(despite the passive aggressive complaints from him & mum to a degree abt how expensive it was for them to come out here)#(we're ignoring the fact that a European trip would be even more expensive lmao tho i do think if they want to/can afford it they should go)#like. the Vibe from him has just been that he'll be Just Polite Enough but that he didn't want to be here#and he doesn't expect to have any fun and it's like#dude i am Trying. i and Housemate have looked up stuff to do that includes things he likes (like guns and historical weapons)#we tried making comments abt that yesterday like hey u might like this but if there's anything u have in mind already#and he was just. whatever idc but then made comments that made it clear he's not excited for anything else#like museums or the beach for sea glass hunting or the bird sanctuary or even the zoo#and all have places to rest/sit plus restrooms and food so I don't think it's a worry abt facilities thing for him#i think he's just fed up that I'm still involved in my mum's life since i moved and like#yes there's a detangling of the umbilical cord i and my past therapist were trying to eventually get my mum to cut#since cutting it myself in any attempt has had her metaphorically taping it back together#but like. it's not entirely on me here. I'm trying to set boundaries and make sure she's giving him more attention than me since he's w/her#more than i am now#i know he's upset when she helps me financially too (i offer to pay her back but she always refuses it) bc she took me aside yesterday#to give me some cash for the time with them for souvenirs/fun stuff i might not buy otherwise bc im trying to be mindful of money#aka still waiting on money my fkn job should have already paid me like. a week or more ago now#he makes her happy so even if he hates me i still care abt his frustrating ass#and i do want him to have as much fun as he can while still relaxing during the trip out here#but i feel like im gonna have to physically shake him by the shoulders screaming this before he listens#and even if he listens he probably won't believe me#sorry for the tag essay the edible hasn't kicked in yet can u guys tell lmao
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mm debating selling my nintendo switch lite for a full nintendo switch.. I miss the vibration software and I think i'd play switch games a lot more if I could connect them to my computer (Im not the biggest fan of playing them only handheld).
But also the lite was also a gift so idk if it would be rude? It was from my dad who didn't know there was a difference =w=''
#also ik the price doesnt quite match up#but CEX takes switches for 42 quid cash and im seeing multiple offerings at like 40 - 45 quid on vinted#all im pretty good condition#i wouldnt mind paying a bit to get the full version either#also em i should totally get to play totk at some point its been over a year#im also wanting to buy a wii at somepoint since mez has decided that for some reason he owns it...? its been 6 years#i think its time to switch it around....#or like i could like bite the bullet and pay the like 16 quid for a vinted one but ehhhhhhhhhhhghghghhh#thats not the POINT#anyway id quite like to play like pokepark wii or something on stream i think that would be cute#oh ive always wanted to play paper mario too#i just never did before?? lol?#aaaand i told the discord that id play kirbys epic yarn for them someday
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