#pepperoni the horse

[unclefathersantateddy]

What's your favorite obscure ship for Bob’s?

Little King Trashmouth and his Husband Gary

Frond and Cassie (I like that we never met Cassie but she had sUch an impact on Frond)

Frond and Ambrose*

Frond and Gayle*

Gayle and Yap*

(*I am not opposed to this being a chaotic polycule)

Jericho, Varico & Pepperoni

Gene and that mf keyboard

Bob and the Butcher (Tony's ex)

Honestly the Butcher and Tony I hope they made it work

Bob and Lance (turkey)

Mr Stieblitz & Sasha's single aunt

Cotton Candy Dan and Sally the Snowcone Lady (this has the potential to be in the FM!au)

Mickey and The Nose (I just want a carnie duo tbh)

Felix Fischoeder and Fanny (really enjoy their subversive dynamic)

Finally I've been impartial on TedMort in the fanon, HOWEVER, I've been thinking about the Fresh Meat au recently and I like the idea of "morted". The same duo but plays with the FM!au dynamic subversion.

I.e. as Mort supplies the restaurant with Fresh Meat™, and Teddy is the store's main/only customer, they end up in a (subverted from canon) Toxic, Enabling relationship. Where Mort essentially uses Teddy's Pica to dispose of evidence/remains. But that's still in early development!

[giffypudding]

Just horsin' around

[pastafossa]

i can’t get over the fact that you have a PET SNAKE 😭 THAT RANDOMLY CRAWLS AROUND YOUR ROOM MAAM THAT IS A NIGHTMARE that is scarier than the man in the white coat 😭😭😭😭😭

If it helps I feel the same way about a friend's tarantulas, although she doesn't really let them out for exploratory/enrichment 'walks' like I do with Pepperoni. So from Camp Arachnophobia to you, I totally get it. 😂 I honestly have no idea why snakes don't bother me! I lose my shit instinctively if I see a bee or a spider, like I will absolutely pull an Old Cartoon lady thing and leap up onto a table (I once had a bee fly by and for some reason I flung my purse in the air like I was facing a bear and sprinted away across the parking lot, cue dad shouting 'IT'S NOT ROBBING YOU, WHY DID YOU THROW YOUR PURSE'), but I can happily chill with Pepperoni around my neck or slithering around whatever obstacle course in the room I put him on. Brain just sees a snake and goes 'hello boopy noodle, hello blepblep friend'. Roughly half my friends are in the same boat, like GREAT CAN I HOLD RONI and the other half are like PASTA CAN YOU... LIKE... PUT A BLANKET OVER HIM SO I DON'T SEE HIM AT YOUR HOUSE???

The good news is I am absolutely the person to call if you have one of those, '5 million behind this door made of snakes, what do you do???' things. Or if there are rats. I like rats, had one of THOSE as a pet too! And mice! !AND LIZARDS. OR BATS. But not bats cause I like them but they might have rabies.

No bugs though, you're on your own. I TOO WOULD FIGHT THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT BEFORE A TARANTULA.

[boombhauer]

pepperoni pony!

[wanderinguteruspress-blog]

ALWAYS MORE COWBOYS IS BEAT COWBOYS

Disaster twins on horSES??? Why yes indeed. Leo's mare is Lady Pepperoni and Donnie's stallion is Cryptic Code.

If you'd like to commission me, don't hesitate to ask!

[dirty-c0yot3]

therian tips! (food)

so, I CRAVE raw meat a lot even though I can't eat it :( BUT I have compiled a list of foods that beings with human bodies can't eat (or just prefer not to), but that most animals eat that I could translate to human foods :D

worms = gummy worms :3 if you want them to be slimy like real worms, you could put water or a thin layer of oil on them

little insects = raisins or chia seed pudding (thank you to @puddin-dear 😌)

bigger insects = you could prob eat plain chips, I think it would have the same crunch affect. or chippers! (chocolate covered potato chips)

carrion (dead animal flesh) = jerky or bacon!! (ty @silverfoxboy for the bacon one!)

raw meat = meat sticks (I believe you can get them in beef or turkey) or raw pepperoni (you can get it small bags). suggested by @avocados019, salami :3, and commented by @horse-wisteria 😅 prosciutto (which I honestly forgot was a thing 😭) and multiple beings have said salmon and I keep forgetting about salmon 😭

mice = marshmallow mice (credits to @ink-man-sam )

kibble = cereal (I think most of you know that though) or for something softer- gnocchi! (Suggested by @emberslimehunts )

treats = Scooby snacks!

Snacks:

Go-gurt (if you freeze them, they're really good!)

nut bars, such as Nutri grain or Kind (good protein/energy + tasty)

Chex mix

assorted nuts/trail mix

smoothies!

(I have updated this a lot)

Have fun!

[horseimagebarn]

horse with its head dipped in shame as it laments the entire pizza pie that has been placed upon its back the pizza is of the pepperoni variety and the horse is of the small variety which perhaps why this horse seems so upset as smaller horses and other creatures are often not taken as seriously as large beasts hence why there is a full pizza on our friend heres back such is the frivolity of humanity that we decide to place random foodstuffs upon our animal allies

[icarusredwings]

Save a horse...

(SFW, Read the tags. 1/2

Promts: One's on purpose. The other is oblivious. Can you guess which is which?

"..I didn't know that was a gay bar.")

Pov, you're currently a drunk and slightly nervous Wade Wilson - Not Deadpool. Wade Wilson. You know, that guy who's so insecure about his entire body that he covered 100% of it and often times has multiple costumes/masks on because it's a metaphor for how he actually feels on the inside? Yeah. Him.

You are also currently sitting in a midwestern country bar with a shitty luke warm beer waiting for your 'Room mate' to say he's ready to come home. Watching how lit up he gets when around ranch hands and hard whiskey makes you tip your hat in fear you might actually look like there's pepperoni on your face from how red it's getting.

Slouching into your chair further, you start grumbling how the joke wasn't even that funny and that you could make a joke 10 times funnier, but you promised previously to behave yourself. Plus, you weren't doing so hot anyway. This was your 8th one as it was, and already you were watching his every move. How his canines sat when he smirked, how his arm hung over the back of his chair, how his boots crossed under the table, how he used the bottle in his hand as almost a speaking point, making geastures with it as he litsened, responding to their stories with his own. Right now the topic was about fixing fences and Horses escaping, riding horses, etc.

Honestly, he's heard worse. Ten year old girls talk more seriously about horses than these 4 rugged grown beareded men.. it seemed so boring..

Oh god. At this point, you're wondering why you even came. You clearly didn't fit in here, and these jeans did NOT do you any favors in the front. Was this why he was always so bitchy? Because his balls were getting strangled together by denim all the time?

It's not until you hear something in which you perk up. "Wade. Wade! Come're! Tell'em bout tha' there one time, will ya?"

Blinking, you wondered. Did you hear that, right? That beautiful draw and slur in his words calling for YOU of all people?

"Come on boy! We wont bite!" One of the men laughed. You could of sworn you just heard Logan chuckle and say "You better not.." in a tone that was... not firmiliar.

Slowly, You get up and stagger over only to be grabbed by the massive belt buckle and pulled close. His arm wrapping around your waist as he looked up at you with such shiney yet hammered eyes. "Tell'em!"

"Tell them what?"

"Bout the thing."

"Which thing?"

"Ya know the- Oh wait ya weren't there for that. Well shit, sorry...Oh! Wade, thi's Buck, Cletus and Mark. Have a seat."

For a moment, you blink as if he's gone mad. There were no seats left. Only 4 at one table. And as much as you'd love to just sit on his lap, there's no way he'd allow that. Not in front of these guys. Manly men didn't let other men sit on their laps in public. He's learned that the hard way.

"How much have you had, Wolfie?"

"Ah! Nevermin' that! Sit!" As if God himself awnsered your prayers he dragged you down into his lap, keeping you sat sideways and with an arm around you for no reason at all other then to claim dominance? Territory even? Just.. cause?

Either way, you find yourself a bit too shocked to speak, but let's be honest, that never lasts long. Trying to hide your face, You mutter;

"So...new friends of yours?" You ask the beast of a man who's locked his arm onto your hip.

"Cowfolk are usually quite... fond.. of one another." Buck says as if trying to tell you something, but you were far too knackered to get it the first go.

"We got a way of finding each other." Mark speaks up.

"Oh, do you now?" You ask, sounding intrigued.

It was now that you understood FULLY why he brought you to this bar specifically. Or was he even aware? No he couldn't be that dull- well...

Suddenly, you relaxed completely into his arms, wrapping an arm loosely around his neck, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. Like a wave of relief that you could infact show affection in here. It made you wonder if that was why Logan was so handsy or if he was just three sheets to the wind.

"Mmh. It's how we found ol' Logan here." Cletus made the mistake of saying and smiling at the muscly hairy man in a way Wade knew far too well.

Giving a quick, threatening glance, you take off your hat and put it on top of his head while staring them dead in the face. Howlett wasn't the only one who was territorial..

[golubichkalive]

rus: добро пожаловать в pizza stable, ау про конный спорт, только вместо лошадей крысы. а сюжет таков, что башни нету, и все жили себе спокойно, занимались своими профессией, и тут каждому приходит так сказать приглашение на участие в крысиных скачках и еще написано, что будет какой супер приз, кажется звучит как наеб, да? ну и все пришли в место, которое было в приглашении, ну и это оказалась конюшня, и организаторы всего этого были Пиццахед и Пиццафейс, неудивительно. ну естественно никто до этого не катался на крысах, кроме Густаво и Виджиланте, и всем пришлось учится кататься на них

и самый прикол, что крысы были полностью идентичны по характеру своим наездникам

eng: Welcome to pizza stable, about equestrian sports, only instead of horses there are rats. and the plot is that there is no tower, and everyone lived quietly, engaged in their profession, and then everyone receives an invitation to participate in the rat race, so to speak, and it is also written that there will be some kind of super prize, it seems to sound like a fuck, right? well, everyone came to the place that was in the invitation, well, it turned out to be a stable, and the organizers of all this were Pizzahed and Pizzaface, no wonder. well, of course, no one had ridden rats before, except Gustavo and Vigilante, and everyone had to learn to ride them

and the joke was that the rats were completely identical in character to their riders

rat names:

Salami (Peppino), Brush(Pepperman), Loyaltie(Vigilante), Din-hum(Noise), Pepperoni (fake Peppino)

[poeticexhalations]

I Was the Favorite Child

I was the favorite child, and it wasn’t as nice as you would think.

I grew up hearing the following phrases: 

“We don’t have to worry about you.”

“You’ve got this.”

“Can you do that on your own?”

It wasn’t independence. It was isolation. I was the favorite child who could do no wrong, which means that my parents never looked in my direction. I’d scale the large tree in my mother’s front yard, scrape my palms on the rough bark as I climbed to the very top to read my books, and she wouldn’t notice I was gone. The peace was nice, but lonely.

I learned very early on in my life that if I were going to survive and be happy, I’d have to do it independently. Because my childhood was a test of independence.

My brother was diagnosed with autism at a very young age (three?). He didn’t talk for years. This terrified my father; he believed his son to be “inferior”, and didn’t take the news well. Allegedly, my father tried to kill himself twice because of my brother’s diagnosis.

What a wimp.

My mother took the news hard too, but she was my brother’s mother. She would love him unconditionally regardless of his diagnosis. My brother and my mother always had a special bond that couldn’t be replicated. Even though I desperately craved that closeness to my mother, it was my brother she truly fawned over. He was her universe; he was her mirror. They had the same smile, the same hair, the same nimble hands that loved to play guitar, the same artistic skills. He learned these things at the cost of me learning them, so I taught myself many skills during my childhood.

I was a tree-climbing expert.

I consumed books like they were oxygen.

I grew an unhealthy obsession with vampires and horses.

I learned how to make my own noodles.

I learned what corners of the backyard my father never sought me out, and the only reason he ever would seek me out is to have me do something for my brother.

My brother was my mother’s universe, and he became mine, too.

He was the black hole in which my life moved around.

We shared a birthday, and my brother got to pick out the cake. The location. The theme.

We shared a room, and my brother got to pick out the wall color. The shows we watched on our brick of a television. The carpet.

We shared a school, and my father famously told me that they’d double-up on our conferences because we were twins. Each child was allotted twenty minutes. My teacher and my parents would spend five minutes discussing me, and thirty-five minutes discussing my brother. 

We shared family vacations, and my brother got to pick the rides at the theme parks, the food we ate, the pools we swam at. I had to give up my water-raft for his scrambler. I gave up horse-back riding for his Lego experience. I had to give up my pepperoni pizza so he could have cheese (and no, my brother would not pick it off).

As I got older, I was told that only one of us could go to therapy; my parents couldn’t afford therapy for us both. It had to be my brother. And not only did it have to be my brother, but I had to take him. And be patient. And kind. I wasn’t allowed to be angry that my weeknights were filled with waiting rooms while I watched him play on the slides with his therapists. I snuck onto a slide once around the back, and hid in the ball pit, just so I could play, too. 

I got a good spanking that night and learned one lesson: My brother played. I watched.

Even when I ran the scissors across my wrists, I couldn’t go to therapy. I’d be told to “stop being dramatic” and would be demanded to use the car to drive my brother downtown for his next appointment.

My brother was both my poison and my antidote.

Because even though he dictated my childhood, he was–is–my closest friend. I resented my parents, never him. It was never his fault that I had the childhood that I did. 

Autism, and the challenges that accompany autism, are never the fault of the individual.

My brother is a beautiful person; he is light and music and harmony in one person. He is joy and love and purpose. If the universe had a soul, I have a feeling it would be my brother. My brother could sit and watch the rocks for hours, and find beauty in the way that water crests over them and changes their hues from black to brown to gray. my brother could listen to a song one time and memorize it, then play it perfectly on the guitar. My brother picks up injured animals on the side of the road and they never cower from him. We learned an entire fiction language on our own just to communicate when the moon was high in the sky without our parents learning, or pass notes in class without being caught. my brother would sneak me his Pokemon cards that he knew were my favorites under the table, my brother would eat my broccoli at dinner so I didn’t have to when our father was turned away, my brother would hug me far longer than either of my parents ever did.

The things my brother taught me… I don’t know where to begin.

Having a twin brother with autism taught me to put myself in other peoples’ shoes.

He taught me that rage isn’t usually the answer.

He taught me that fantasy is superior to reality, especially if it has elves in it.

He taught me that caring for someone else in many ways is also caring for yourself.

He taught me to make friends with people for who they were, not what they looked or sounded like.

He taught me that sometimes, it's worth pausing and looking at a rock. Or a tree. Or a leaf. Or the moon. Life moves fast, and my brother slows down to appreciate it.

He taught me to be a better person, because I was forced to always put someone before myself. I was forced to be patient. I was forced to be educated. I was forced to understand different perspectives.

I was my parent’s favorite child, and it was isolation. But I was my brother’s universe, and he was mine.

[sp8derwrld]

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴; 𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚁

Ginger's childhood was memorable yet sensitive. He was single-handedly raised in a small Toronto apartment by his mother (Ruth) regardless of her best efforts the financial struggles and emotional tolls weighed heavily on their household. His father (Maxwell) was absent and consumed by an enfeebling drug addiction, left Ginger and his mother to face the challenges of poverty and instability alone. Ginger clearly remembers the countless nights his mother worked multiple jobs, sacrificing her own well-being to put food on the table and a roof over their heads. The pain of his father's abandonment hurt them both , but Ginger's mother imprinted in him a sense of resilience and determination, teaching him to find peace in music and creativity. During the hardships, their bond grew stronger, and Ginger's mother became his biggest supporter inspiring him to strive for a better future. As a child, he spent hours fascinated by the sounds of his mother's vinyl records, and soon, his passion with music production blossomed. With dreams of becoming a renowned music producer, Ginger dedicated himself to perfecting his craft, teaching himself to DJ and produce tracks in his makeshift home studio. Ginger’s favorite hip hop artists served as the perfect backdrop for his creative journey. As he grew older, Ginger's love for music only intensified, driving him to pursue a career in production, determined to make a name for himself in the industry.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 : 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂

Ginger packed his stuff and said goodbye to the familiar streets of Toronto, embarking on a journey to Hainsville, Texas, a city with many vibrant music scenes and endless opportunities. With a suitcase full of clothing and a heart full of determination, he set out to pursue his passion for music production. Initially, the transition was daunting, but Ginger's talent and perseverance soon gained him recognition in local circles. He spent countless hours perfecting his craft, collaborating with emerging artists, and networking with industry professionals. His big break came when a prominent record label took notice of his unique sound and innovative production style. Before long, Ginger's name became known in Hainsville's music scene. He went on to produce chart-topping tracks, work with renowned artists, and even establish his own record label, providing a platform for aspiring music artists to shine. As his fame grew, so did his gratitude for the journey that brought him to this moment. Ginger's mother, who had sacrificed so much for him, beamed with pride, knowing her son had turned his struggles into triumphs, and his music into a testament to the power of resilience and determination.

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𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁

🖇️ FAVORITE FOODS :

Sushi

Pepperoni Pizza

Mozzarella Stinks

🖇️ FAVORITE COLORS:

Black

Purple

Red

🖇️ FAVORITE HOBBIES:

Producing Music

Free styling

Getting my hair done

🖇️ TOP THREE SONGS :

act ii: date @ 8 - 4batz

pressure - BossMan Dlow

only u - partynextdoor

🖇️ PETS:

all black cane corso + some horses 😂

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[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Sword gays showdown - preliminaries

Propaganda:

For Corinne D'Artagnan:

the only barbie to study the blade. the only barbie to have three gfs. gee barbie! how come your mom lets you have three girlfriends? vote corinne for polycules. vote corinne for pepperoni. for EMF. for tumblr user @mynqzo’s AU. and above all vote corinne for feminism. 

Corinne is the daughter of D’Artagnan from the original book by Dumas. She wants to follow in her father’s footsteps and become a musketeer, but oh no it’s the antagonist Period-Typical Misogyny. She ends up working for the palace anyway, as a maid, where she meets three other girls with her same dream and a badass old lady who trains them. The training montages are fun! They save the prince’s life a few times, uncover the plot to murder him at a masked ball they shouldn’t be attending in the first place, save his life one final time, defeat the other Big Bad of the movie (the prince’s evil cousin, but I guess they defeat sexism too), and then he promotes them to the royal guard. It’s just a good movie, one of my favorites from the Barbie franchise, honestly amazing soundtrack, jokes that land, the musketeers are all very gay for each other, and OF COURSE I have to talk more about the icon herself, Corinne. What can I say? She’s strong, stubborn, determined, hot-blooded, sticks to her principles, and has not one but TWO animal sidekicks: her cat, Miette, and her horse, Alexander. Yeah, she’s a horsegirl. She’s a country bumpkin in the big city (Paris). Her working class rizz pulls the prince (who literally doesn’t deserve her, Corinne x Renée forever, Louis you will die by my sword). She taunts the antagonist while he’s dangling from a rooftop (in the smuggest voice possible: “still believe a girl doesn’t possess the proper skills?”) she doesn’t even try to save his life lol. He does survive because it’s a movie for kids but no thanks to her. The film concludes with Corinne riding into the sunset with her gal pals, swords drawn, leaving the prince behind. 

For Youmu Konpaku:

Two swords. Therefore twice the awesomeness. She is half-ghost, which is cool. Also she so has a crush on Yuyuko.

Uhhh she's sick as fuccckk

[telekinetictrait]

tfw youre a nonbinary lesbian and you just wanna raise goats with your weird girlfriend who only wears clothes inspired by the victorian age or nineties grunge

household for download here (sfs) or here (mediafire) !!!

i made ranch lesbians :) do whatever you want with them excluding: changing skintone/race, making ezra cisgender, making alise skinnier, and making either of them heterosexual. i will hunt you down they are lesbians and they are in love.

PACKS USED: cottage living, discover university, laundry day, horse ranch, cats and dogs, vampires, island living

cc you need to download SEPARATELY will be under the cut, along with creator tags. love u all :) mwah

CC NOT INCLUDED IN DOWNLOAD: jellymoo's dionne hair and scarf overlay / bellassims sunflower necklace / clumsyalien's magnolia blouse / clumsyalien's ava trousers / kijiko's ea eyelash remover + 3d lashes + 3d uncurled lashes / pepperoni-puffin's ophelia blouse / simtone's oxford heels / harmonia's lace trimmed cotton chemise

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[hyukaphobicsworld]

Save a horse, and ride a cowboy.

You and Yeonjun are extremely good friends. And fuck buddies. He gives you keys to his house, you let him fuck you anytime he’s in distress or agony. But you guys can be comfortable fucking and having no strings attached.

One day, while he was on tour in Korea, you waited upon his presence in his nice, separate apartment. He was finally away from the member so every time you showed up there would either be loud laughs from his dorm or loud moans. You saw he came around 2:30 am-ish. You looked at the door as you heard keys jingle to be met with… Billy Ray Cyrus?

No. It was Yeonjun. “Jesus fucking Christ! I thought you were some stranger!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “Well that makes the two of us. The fuck are you wearing?” You asked jokingly and he rolled his eyes while taking off his shoes. “A MOA gave me this hat so I put it on and took it home.” He shrugged. “Did they also give the whole outfit? Or was that a suggestion? Because there is no way you put that shit on willingly” you laugh at him and he flips you off.

“What are you even here for?” He asked. You know exactly what you here for.

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“Ah fuck” Yeonjun moaned. Your bodies rolled together as you both moaned. Both of his hands gripped onto your waist, guiding you on his cock. “Oh god yes!” You moaned out. You bit you lips while touching his chest. You rubbed his red and hard pepperoni nipples and watched him whimper under your touch. He still had the stupid cowboy hat. Which yes, he looked good as hell with it on. It was like watching a Texas cowboy being whipped for you. You took the hat off his head and put it on yours as you rode his cock.

He was like a dumb dog. A dumb dog in heat. He watched the pornographic scene happen right in front of his eyes. Closed eyes, while your body rolls. You gripped his arm for stabilization as you moaned. “Look so fucking good riding my cock like that,” He groaned while smirking. “Go on cowgirl. Save a horse, ride your cowboy.” And with that, your movement was way faster. You hissed at how aggressive your hips moved over his stupid words. “My cowboy” You muttered back as you both cried in pleasure, soo to reach ecstasy.

“Ah, I’m close.” You notified Yeonjun and his hands came to stop your movement. He lifted your body slightly, his cock still in you. He took you by the hips and thrusted into you. “Holy shit ah!” His hips were faster than yours. Say thank you to those fucking dance classes and pure talent. “Cum for me, doll.”

Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and you came, releasing your white juice on his cock. And as for Yeonjun, he came a little bit after you. You got off of him and lied right beside him. He laughed and you laughed with him. “Yet you were judging me for it.” He said, flicking the cowboy hat. It’s true. It seems you have.. grown to it. “Yeah, well it looks sexier on me more than you. So.” You made an excuse while shrugging your shoulders. Yeonjun laughed, giving you a knowing look. You crawled into his chest and he wraps his arms around you

The reason it stays strictly platonic or strictly just fucking is because he’s still trying to win over Chaewon’s heart. But I think he just won someone else’s heart in the process with just one stupid cowboy hat.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

[giafaeryprincess]

Black turtleneck, green tank top but not spaghetti strap. Dark blue, almost black leggings. Black sports socks. Dark green long scarf. Granny panties. Nike sports bra. Same ol sneakers.

Love you. Remember you are each sacred and so special.

Walking to gym. The sky is periwinkle. That used to be my favorite color and word. My best friend in fifth grade and sixth grade~named Courtney, loved navy and periwinkle. She died when we were 14 or 15. I couldn't believe it when I heard the news. So I called her home phone and her dad answered and I asked, "is Courtney there?" And he replied, "she's no longer with us." I was probably just 14. I lit a blue candle for her after that phone call.

💙🩵🕯️ R.i.p. Courtney 🕯️🩵💙

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Ok my hair is sweaty and I'm walking back to boyfriends after gym and grocery store. Got steel scrubbies for dishwashing, lemon ginger kombucha (no caffeine), two prime hydration drinks,(just downed mine real quick), more pepperoni pizza rolls for him and carrots for me! Because I have plant powered ranch sauce already to go with. I'm excited for more banana. But I only eat one or two today, Okie? Jeez Louise. I really go hard on those bananas. No, not anymore. I eat gently, mindfully, considerately. Not ferociously.

Walking walking bladda blah blah. I miss my parents and brother and dog and cats. I miss my cute family home. My mom is so girly and loves to decorate with horses and little critters all over the front yard, not to mention she gardens! I am astounded at our differences. I have gardened, but not well I daresay. I'm good at pulling weeds though! Thats all I can say about my gardening skills with the utmost confidence! My mom is a real life socialite of sorts. Me however, am very friendly online but quiet or goofy in person. My mom loves shopping. I used to abhor consumerism and think less of her for that. As I age I realize we can't help what world we are part of, we can only adapt and survive, sometimes miraculously thrive. But anyway I started becoming a shoppaholic this past September and this October. I remember enjoying the book "confessions of a shoppaholic" when I was younger. That's another boring mundane thing about me.

Perhaps I am more feminine than masculine. But truly it's all just a bunch of fluff. Unnecessary terms to describe sacred sentience. Is that how y'all feel? I find some discourse on tumblr so interesting. I believe I am an uneducated intellectual if one can be such a thing. But I am also very slow, earthy, and scared. Scarred. When I see other girls self injury scars I think to myself damn, did I do that to them? Me being the universe experiencing itself, as the model life inhabits and reflects. Interesting concept but just plain psychotic and I refuse to believe it in actuality. But thanks for listening tee hee . Almost to my bf now.

Remember, nature is always there for you. We are each flawed, and some of us broken, but we are all so lovable and have Jesus on our side. Please Jesus be on our side. A side of learning, love, humility, wholesomeness, and joy. Buhbye TTYL 🐾

[zeebreezin]

4 for bev, 14 for vivian, 17 laurence, 24 shaw (-alex)

4. Bev thought horses were something they made up on the surface until going to London, ruling out horses and carts. However Laurence DID teach him how to ride a bike. He could also build you one in record time.

14. Vivian sleeps like, almost completely balled up around something. Arms and legs engaged. Death gripping a pillow and fully shrimped. She doesn’t more around much or snore but she will make noises at you if you try to free her catch (or escape her clutches if she’s balled up around you.)

17. Laurence is allergic to penicillin. Thankfully only the devils have that right now so it’s not that big of a deal.

24. Before coming to London Shaw would’ve lived and died by plain pepperoni out of necessity. Now post-Red encounters he’s usually a supreme pizza with garlic and herbs crust guy, but is easily seduced by the gimmick pizza of the month. He can order pizza normally, and he tips well by default but tips even BETTER in poor weather/when ordering past 8 pm/when ordering on a holiday, for the inconvenience.