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#if I ever thought I had a GI issue today is truly the day#I have had THE most fucked up system for about a week now?#obviously stress adjacent because moving#but I’ve had gerd for a decade now and my stomach has always been a problem#but now it’s the whole tract if you catch my drift#like why now#why couldn’t this shit start AFTER we moved#I’ve often wondered if I have Celiacs or Chrons but I’d know if it was chrons obvi#that’s some real shit#I don’t know#I’m tired of being ‘sick’ all the time#everything hurts#I always feel tired#my joints are shit#I’m only 32 this is insane#woof#BUT I’M OKAY SERIOUSLY#MY MOOD IS FINE#NO ONE PANIC#THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY SOAP BOX RALLY
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Life footage of me grinding god tears for 2 days straight in my new safe + narilamb being sickeningly soft
#i actually did get 10 necklaces in a row it was insane#lamb: nothing can make me stray from my goals#narinder: mmrrpp?#lamb:... shit#gotta respect the cat. if hes feeling cuddly you gotta drop everything to cuddle him#the crown is so tired#narinder has tear stains from when he bled ichor for a couple of years straight btw#and hes covered in bandages bc. joints go ouch :((#3rd pic gotta be my best narinder face to date#cotl#my art#narilamb#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#cotl narilamb#cotl mystic seller#cult of the lamb pilgrim pack#pilgrim pack#pebbles (me) ramblers#cult of the lamb
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just fooling around at the speed of sound... found a cool brush to play with...
#ah to paint messy and natural *smokes big joint* that shit hits good#yes i know reigen looks too cute in some of these i know!!! i love making him with lil round cheeks to pull and pinch!!#also now that im his big age i just draw him how i see other 28 year olds look... does that make sense?? hes very youthful looking to me...#last image was supposed to be them having a conversation but i forgot what i had them talking about... just mindless couple banter i suppos#anyone else like playing around with different facial features of characters like ur in a create-a-character... shits fun#think i took like 2 hours creating my first elden ring tarnished cuz thats like my favorite part to do... piglet has no life...#my art#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#serizawa katsuya#serirei
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had a conversation with my mom and now i'm curious
If unsure, go grab yourself a pencil and compare to these examples:
"Correct" ways to hold a pencil:
(if you didn't know there were names for these, yea I had no idea either until I started looking stuff up lmao)
"Wrong" ways to hold a pencil:
I'm mostly curious as someone who has always held her pencil wrong. No matter what teachers/my mom ever did to try and teach me (pencil grips, elastic bands, etc) it just never worked. I wanna know how universal this experience is hdKJH
(rb for sample size, etc etc, the usual)
#clamtalk#polls#in my case it probably has to do with the joint hypermobility that my mom wasn't aware I had until too late to accommodate it#So i've always held my pencil in an index grip (or something somewhat like it; my index finger is higher up on the pencil than it should be#Also I put correct/wrong in quotes because like. While yes you could argue inherently there is a 'correct' vs. 'incorrect' way#regarding how much strain an incorrect grip can put on one's hands#I have never personally had issue with how i hold my pencil even if 'wrong.' The only problem I had was when my mom was trying#to force me to change it to hold it 'right.' Because that shit hurt my hands!#Once again probably due to the hypermobility!#So I dunno. Infinite Nuance etc
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you know how to ball, i know aristotle.
#heartstopperedit#heartstopper#narlieedit#nick x charlie#orangeedit#usergay#dailylgbtq#useranne#usermiraa#usersnat#userkimmy#userrjoana#tusercarolina#userjake#tuserlucie#noalook#gifs*#joint bday prezzie for my hs bffs annie and mira i love yall sm#sorry this is kinda shit KFSKDFKF
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Roblox Heather Mason <3
#pls ignore da joint on tha 2nd img LMAOOOOO#dat shit's called “pizza stick” but it's clearly a joint this prob will get banned at some point LOL#LITTLE UPDATE BUT THE JOINT ITEM RLLY GOT BANNED IT DISAPPEARED FROM MY INVENTORY LMFAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#silent hill#silent hill 3#heather mason#cheryl mason#sh3#shitpost#video games#silent hill series#roblox#gif#gifs#animated gif#roblox screenshots
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really hes an icon
#saiki k#saiki k fanart#art tag#physically disabled#disabled artist#im just getting progressively more disabled irl so u kno what that means *looks intensely at the disabled anime boy*#if u think about it his powers (which do physically disable him. tbc.) getting progressively more intense while he has to get more and more#aids to deal with them and live a normal life#Is a lot like my relationship with My Legs#if u think about it#also hes wearing wrist and knee braces bc he is hypermobile#this is also canon he can dislocate all of his joints and also do some wild shit w his bones
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fatt pin-up week prompt 6: lingerie
millenium break lingerie shoot ?? ??? i don't know. i was having fun
bonus figure a bc they didn't fit anywhere up there
#it's not like my lingerie drawing NEEDS context my brain just works that way#fatt#friends at the table#fatt pinup week#partizan#exeter leap#valence#kalmera broun#vermillion blue#rosa art#this was just gonna be millie originally but you know. i didn't get to draw leap for the challenge mode last year bc i was busy...#& i never draw valence basically ever. & broun is there too just bc#you probably could find lingerie that actually fit leap in style i just got tired looking. anyways i don't think he cares much either way#this one just gets stuck in his joints&shit which he hates.#that aside i missed drawing milie... i drew her so much while i was listening to pzn. miss u girl
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Elrond with dramborleg
"His hair was dark as the shadows of twilight, and upon it was set a circlet of silver; his eyes were grey as a clear evening, and in them was a light like the light of stars."
This drawing was for @armenelols and @polutrope post about elrond using a family heirloom "dramborleg".
Oh boy I had so much fun.
My main thought while painting this was " what would be different about elrond?"
And the answer is alot but a the same time nothing.
Elrond is in a way a sad character he kind of lost everything and the only constance in his life is the heralded past of his ancestors/family and friends.
He almost can't remember his parents but he can read about them even maglor is ,despite being a kindslayer, described as strong imposing and a mighty warrior.
His own brother,who chooses mortality,is a revered king!
This elrond that I depicted here is not the lord of Riverdale. Not married yet.
This is a elrond who will stand between evil and his folk.
Just like his ancestors did.
He is holding a legacy of strong unrelenting men who did change the tides of war who done the impossible no one else did before them!.
This is also elrond who found out that his brothers legacy Numenor is at the bottom of the sea - because of sauron.
This is a elrond who becomes a lord for many different kind of elves because he is a different kind of elve.
#silmarillion#lotr#tolkien#traditional art#elrond#dramborleg#i found out that elrond doesn't have a heraldy and I've run with it#that is very odd because he has so many heroes in his family who have their own symbols?#blue red and green are all colors that a already associated with existing fractions#purple is also the color of royalties#and associated with night twilight and witchy things#it is also a color mixed with red and blue so do what you want with that information#i also think that black hair is the best hair for elrond and i headcanon that he can do luthiens hair trick with hiding in the shadows too.#creeping the shit out of maglor#elrond will become a kind elven lord eventually but for now he is more of a really angry warrior with a battle axe#well deserved might i add#on a personal note#i couldn't draw properly for what felt like weeks#i had 3 different inflammated joints one in my thumb then my elbow and my shoulder#it was ridiculous#im a chef so guess how fun work was#so drawing was impossible#and im still not completely healed#btw please tell me my photo making skills are getting better!
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How You Turn My World; Chapter 4
You finally find your way into the labyrinth, coming across some new and old faces; both friendly and malicious.
Character; Lilia Vanrouge
Content; Gender-neutral reader, reader is getting tired of being stuck here and smelling like a bog
Content Warnings; Swearing, some talk of death, reader passes out
Word Count; 2.2 K
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
As per usual, don't put my work into AI.
You were finally making some decent progress, what, with not being stuck in some bog and knowing somewhat of where you were going. A vast improvement really! Well, it would be, but unfortunately, you still reeked of rotten eggs and skunk — apparently the bog stench only got worse the longer it stayed on.
“Why did it have to dump me into the swamp,” you huffed, rounding yet another corner. “Like, it could have dumped me beside the water, but, no, no, let’s dump the magicless human right into the putrid bog water! A good guffaw, don’t you think? Ha ha ha HA!”
At least your au de Bog of Eternal Stench kept any would-be assailants away since you hadn’t run into anything (besides a rose bush, ouch) since you started making your way through the labyrinth. So maybe it wasn’t all that bad… damn, maybe your sense of smell was just used to it… hey, if stink helps you not die, then you would gladly stay stinky! Well, bitterly stay stinky is more like it.
“Assholes,” you muttered, rounding another corner.
But it wasn’t a corner; it was a crossroad. Three paths merged off of the one you were on.
… aren’t labyrinths just one long line? THIS IS A FUCKING MAZE?! You groaned, looking at your possible options which all looked exactly the same.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. Of course nothing is easy here, no no no! Gotta make things difficult now.
The hedge behind you rustled, and you whipped around, getting into a stance where you could either land a pretty good sucker punch to the hedge-stalker or make a mad dash away. But out of the hedge crawled out a small, fuzzy, caterpillar. And back at home you would have thought it was cute, but you learned your lesson from the doors; don’t trust it, or anyone for that matter.
You looked down at the caterpillar, and the caterpillar looked up at you, blinking slowly.
What are the chances…
“Do you know a way out,” you asked the caterpillar, crouching down so that you didn’t tower over it.
The caterpillar blinked at you again (apparently caterpillars in the Underground have eyelids, which isn’t the weirdest thing considering everything). “No,” it chirped and continued crawling on its merry way, wherever that may be. “But you’ll find the way.” And it disappeared into the growth of the maze, humming a little tune to itself.
You sighed, and pushed yourself back up, straightening out your shoulders and looking up to the sky. “I’ll find a way,” you breathed, looking up at the cloudless sky which was starting to turn a brilliant amber with the setting sun. “I might want to find a way is more like it.”
You looked back down to the ground, looking at the three paths in front of you. They all look the same, save for the ground making up paths themselves, with the middle and right paths looking well worn with travel. And while they may be well worn, there was a voice at the back of your head that was whispering caution. The left-most path was not as well travelled, with dead vines covering parts of it.
“Hopefully you’re right, little buddy since I could use all the luck I can get.” And you made your way down the path, hoping that it was the correct one and didn’t lead you to your death or some other unpleasant thing.
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Lilia was at the entrance of the labyrinth, in front of the two doors.
“Have you seen a human, about this tall, a bit of a temper, and smelling foul,” he asked the doors.
The doors looked at each other before looking at Lilia. “And what’s it to you,” they said in unison.
Lilia smiled, but it was one of mild annoyance, not joy or amusement. “Royal orders I fear. You wouldn’t want the mistress finding out about you both tampering with a royal matter, would you?” The smile turned cat-like since Lilia had backed them into a corner.
The doors paled, with the blue door speaking up. “No no, sir! We would never dream of such a thing!!! Yes, there was a human, a wretched one at that, horribly rude!”
Lilia hummed, cocking a brow at the door. “I do think wretched is a bit of an overstatement now,” he whispered to himself. “Well, tell me where about they are then. The sooner I can collect them, the better for you lot.”
The red door sighed, “Near the heart of it, they took the left path.”
Left path? Why the left path leads to… Shit. Lilia mentally groaned, knowing that regardless of the path you took, you would end up having to deal with them eventually. “Your cooperation has been noted,” is what he said though, giving the doors both a nod before turning into a bat and flying over the labyrinth, trying to find you before you ran into whoever them was.
“Please be clever enough not to die,” he whispered to no one, hoping that he didn’t have to deliver your body to the Queen.
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The left path brought you to what looked like a forest; with old-growth trees, ferns and moss covering the ground, and a list mist hanging in the air. It was peaceful and beautiful, with the setting sun illuminating the mist without burning it away.
But that would not last, night was fast approaching and you had nothing to protect you this time; no rowan tree to haul your ass up, and no sort of weapon to protect yourself besides the oh-so-lovely smell of the bog to deter something from eating you. You were pretty sure it would also keep away anything that wanted to otherwise snatch you up.
“AH!” Something jumped out from a tree, and you couldn’t fully register what it was since you were also screeching, much like the creature was at you; you with fright, the creature with amusement and joy.
Two other creatures jumped out from behind the trees and startled cackling, jumping, and clapping. Together, they surrounded you, with no way to really escape them without fighting through.
… you really should have read about fae species, since you didn’t know what they exactly were, or how dangerous they were either.
One pulled you near a pit and lit a fire, cackling in glee and dancing, trying to get you to join them. “Ah come on, human, have some fun! DANCE BABEY!!!!”
But you stayed still as more creatures came out of the shadows, dancing around the fire, giggling, cackling, and pulling a bit at your clothes to prompt you to join them. You didn’t know, cementing your feet down, your eyes watching their movements with caution.
‘Should you dance with the fae, you shall not stop dancing until you exhaust yourself. And once you wake up, you will continue dancing. This cycle will repeat itself until you dance to death.’
At least that was what the book said, and so you stayed still, regardless of how much the creatures pulled at you. While it looked like a grand old time, you remained where you were.
“I don’t have time for dancing,” you answered coldly, flinching from pinching fingers. You were also a bit shocked that Eau de Bog of Eternal Stench wasn’t keeping them away. Either, they couldn’t smell, or, they didn’t care that you smelled downright awful. “So this ‘baby’ won’t dance.”
And should I be offended by you calling me ‘baby’ or am I reading too much into it?
The main creature just shrugged and spun its dancing partner around. “Your loss human! More fun for us then! YIPPEE!!!” And it threw something in the fire to where you could feel the heat on your face.
What now? You were just standing there awkwardly as the creatures danced about, singing something that you couldn’t really make out. All you knew was that the heat, noise, and the dizzying dance of them was making your head pound, and throat scream in thirst. You hadn’t drank anything for over a day(?) — no, bog water did not count — and the heat from the fire made the thirst only worse. Shit.
“Ah, you don’t look too… hot there human,” one of the creatures snickered at its own joke at your expense. “Maybe if you dance with us, loosen up and have a bit of fun, then you can have a drink? Hmm? Dancing won’t kill you!” But its failed attempts at covering up its own malicious giggles were more than enough to stand your ground… which was coming at you quite fast since you practically collapsed.
Was it the thirst? The pounding migraine that wanted nothing more than to crawl into some dark hole and hide? Or your exhaustion from making that tiring trek, crawling yourself out of the bog and making the trek again, or the hours you had spent wandering around the maze with no real idea of where you were going? All you really knew was that you were now on the ground with the creatures poking at you to see if you were still alive.
“Aw, man! Are they already dead? That’s no fun!” One of the creatures pouted, raising up your arm, and you let it plop back to the ground. “Come on human! Get up! You’re not a party pooper are you?”
Scre you buddy! Can’t you read the situation?!
You were trying your best to stay quiet, which wasn’t all that hard, since all of your energy was gone.
“They best not be,” a familiar voice called out.
From your position, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could make out the creatures jumping away from you like you were the hot fire instead of the fire pit. But someone else was approaching until you could make out a pair of shoes in front of your face.
They crouched down beside you, placing their fingers gently at the base of your throat; taking your pulse. “Hmph, playing dead, are we, Beastie?”
That irritating chuckle. The annoying nickname. Those mischievous magenta eyes that now looked at you with curiosity and amusement.
It was him — Mr. Sparkles.
And he had just blown your act of playing possum (well, not really, since you had actually collapsed).
But you didn’t say anything, instead favouring to give him a dirty look. Yet he just shook his head in jest, and proceeded to pick you up and wrap you around his shoulders and neck like some sort of bizarre ermine pelt; better than being carried like a sack of potatoes or the bridal carry you supposed.
“Her majesty sends her regards for not turning or killing her guest,” Lilia offered the creatures. It would be such a waste and pity to see such an entertaining Beastie leave us too soon now. “But do know she won’t take to their condition lightly.”
My condition? I’m not some Victorian child with some unknown illness wreaking havoc on their body you know?! But all that you did was groan and cough. You couldn’t even cough in Mr. Sparkles’ (Lilia’s) face, since you had a lovely view of the moss-covered ground and the fae’s shoes.
He patted the back of your calves, and you would have kicked him if you had more energy, but you didn’t. “Now, we really should be off, since Beastie has… an hour to get out of this maze before they turn into some sort of worm, or a hedge; never know what this old labyrinth will decide on really.” Lilia chuckled at the thought (was it merriment, or was he happy that you weren’t joining the caterpillar you met earlier?).
“No,” you wheezed. “WoRm!”
“See! They said it themself! No worm! How lovely that we are on a similar wavelength, Beastie! Marvellous even!” Lilia exclaimed, and the both of you started levitating off of the ground. “Now, do enjoy your party, Fireys!”
The creatures (Fireys apparently) groaned but got back to their party, dancing around the fire like they didn’t just try to lure you to your death mere minutes before.
“Tsk tsk, Beastie,” Lilia’s tutting brought your attention back to him and you grumbled. “You owe me two favours now, you know. Lucky that I found you… although that part wasn’t hard. I thought you learned your lesson the first time you decided to take a dip into the Bog of Eternal Stench?”
You lightly kicked him, letting your irritation be known, but Lilia just hummed. “Now now, no need to be like that! Do you want to smell like a bog when you meet the mistress? She wouldn’t take kindly to your… unique aroma.”
You hissed out a breath since he decided to pinch at your ear rather harshly — prompting for you to answer. “No,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Also, do read up on that book, since you will want to know about the government and fae species etiquette!”
From a smelly bog and fumbling around a maze for hours on end, to finding yourself being taken to fae high society… was it too late to become some worm in the maze? I think being a worm actually has a better chance of me living.
But sadly, you were saved from an eternity of being a worm. Hopefully, Mr. Sparkles (Lilia) would cover for your blunders a little for when you found yourself in front of ‘the mistress’.
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To be continued!
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#twst#twst x reader#twst x gn reader#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x gn reader#lilia vanrouge#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x gn reader#yup! we're moving away from the labyrinth but fret not! the shenanigans shall continue and relationships will be built!#i forgot how fucking terrifying the fireys are and i now remember way labyrinth gave me nightmares as a kid#twst labyrinth au#also i shit you not i went to go eat at a burger joint last week and 'magic dance' was playing and i lost my fricking mind#like HELLO?! WHAT THE HELL?!#apparently the radio was telling me to fricking work on this fic...#i should really start posting this on ao3 as well... but idk where this is going to go#also posting a standalone fic (oneshot?) tomorrow; you guys will be eating good for a bit. here some crumbs for you and for you and for you
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Reminding my puppy whose in charge by grabbing tightly onto their soft plush waist, nails digging in and marking them up as I help guide their pace as they bounce on my cock
Making them stay nice and obedient as a good cockslut pup with a few nice harsh yanks on their leash, trailing my knife down their hip each time they start getting whiny
Telling them they better be a good puppy fleshlight for me, or they'll get a painful tiring night of punishment~
#xochimilli writes#🫀puppy#bd/sm pet#ftm nsft#t4t nsft#bd/sm kink#ftm dom#my joints hurt like shit that is the inspiration for this post :]#ftm top#bd/sm master#queer nsft#my puppy#dumb puppy#puppy sub#puppy training#bd/sm puppy#ftm puppy#puppy nsft#nsft puppy#puppy ns/fw#petpl@y#petpl4y#knife k!nk#knife k1nk#cnc knife play#knifeplay#trans nsft#t4t ns/fw#t4t puppy#good boy
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Legend: It's fine, I've forgotten what it's like to not be tired.
Sky: Oh, poor thing...
Legend: Do not 'poor thing' me, I'm just stating a fact-
#tloz#linked universe#lu#legend of zelda#lu legend#lu sky#lu characters as things people irl say/do#this time with me and my sibling#I'm legend here :D#it's shit don't get bad joints.
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when life wants to fuck me over i get a paper cut in the most inconvenient place ever and a mosquito that simply wont die.
i will have that mosquitos blood if it kills me. its probably mine anyway. give it back you fucker
#DOUBLE paper cut acquired from my notes lol on a finger joint#knowing my luck the lil shit will wait till i close my eyes to zoom around my face#asdfghjkl#but hey i dont have a headache so were good#also listening to otgw songs theye all so soft and aesthetic :D#reblog or comment with good vibes. a crumb of serotonin pls#i ahve no idea what to tag this as lmao#me stuff
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It is interesting how much math comes into even the most basic of like. Making things. Making almost anything. And often not numbers necessarily but proportions and geometry. I think all the time about how castles were built with geometry at the heart of it. And I use the same kind of proportional math to make socks fit. And none of my pieces are ever knit with a prime number of stitches--because you use factors to make neat colorwork and ribbing and different stitches. Idk ! I remember constantly thinking 'how the hell is THIS gonna come in useful ?' But it always does. Math is at the heart of everything, and knowing how to apply it is a tool of critical importance to Thinking Up A Shape And Making It.
#it turns out it is not covid vaccine making me highly fucked up but rather this new med which is fun#um#one of thise 'high but wow. in such a bad way' kinda experience atm#almost fell down the stairs#tripped while just standing#and its like. ok so the thing is i go to pain management to manage my pain right ? makes sense#and then all they have to offer is shit that fucks me up more. the muscle relaxant that seems to have permanently#loosened all my joints so they are WAY WORSE NOW#stupid ssris that make me fall constantly and fuck with my brain#i literally just need a painkiller that works. that is all. we know what was effective from surgery#but they of course will never prescribe opiods. oh the horror. imagine.#i could scream#anyway. uh thinking about the interconnectedness of math in all things is much more fun than screaming#knitting
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okay like it was cute and all but s3 I need carmen to step up and actually keep the promise he made about being there for sydney. like I need her to be mad at him. to feel some type of way about his ditching her. then I need to see him try. like desperately try to make it up to her. carmy needs to be that guy doing too much. she wants a star? ok he’s gonna die on that line if he has to. AND, and this is important, she’s gonna go on a date. with who the fuck knows. because she’s beautiful and desirable and not just like, his. and she’ll confide in him about feeling nervous and she’ll try to talk herself out of it but carmy. carmy will have to be a good friend this time. carmy will encourage her to go. he will tell her he’ll cover for her during service and to have fun because she deserves to have a life outside the kitchen. then we get a scene where syd leaves out the back with her stuff and carmy just stares at the door after her.
#in his head it’s just a replay of the first time she left when she quit the beef#and he was lskterally asking over and over like what are you doing what are you doing#she’s going on a date going somewhere moving forward and NOT with youuuu#carmen need to get his shit together and wake up#don’t play in my princess face like that! she deserves a LOTTT more than he’s been giving#step UP and be a FATHER (to your joint yk restaurant/business venture etc etc)#carmen berzatto#the bear fx#the bear season 2#the bear meta#sydney adamu#sydney x carmy#sydcarmy
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Pedro Boys "During a Fire Emergency"
As requested by @within-the-depths
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#pedro pascal#pedro pascal cinematic universe#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal alignment chart#frankie and din are just done#dieter fell asleep with a joint in his mouth and he's sorry ok?#lets be real the two marcus' are interchangeable here#dave just out here doing his job and destroying evidence#Joel will 'dad' his way out of this situation don't worry#whiskey might be my favorite#max p also turns off all the emergency sprinklers because he loves chaos and is a Menace™️#Javi P don't have time for this shit#Maxwell Lord wait you forgot your son!#ppcu#joel miller#dave york#dieter bravo#maxwell lord#frankie morales#max phillips#agent whiskey#marcus pike#marcus moreno#javier peña#din djarin#pero tovar
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