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[velvet-paradox]

@cherienymphe did you see this?? 🫠🫠

[theinfinitedivides]

Bhansali really said let's shove the good freedom fighter sh*t into the last 40 or so minutes of this series i think we can get away with it. pray tell me what, exactly, did he expect me to do with that

[nonagalleryart]

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[princemick]

ALEX -- 5 second challenge

[ash-and-starlight]

how big do you usually make your canvas when you draw?

it's an A4 (21x29,7 cm) at 300 dpi

[diamondwerewolf]

do you think president sacho is a butch lesbian yes or no

Im black, so every butch lesbian I’ve ever met radiates immense swagger. I’m gonna say no on principle, until I see an absolutely swaggless, gormless butch out in the wild 😭

[mothlagoon]

Thanks @notaphasemarket for having me again and to everyone who purchased something 💙🫧

💧check the new shirts and tote bags!!! (And @cecily_bumtrinket )

[superdictionary]

Thousand - Jonna Crisp traveled a thousand miles yesterday. She traveled 1000 miles. That's as many as ten hundreds.

[theworstcreature]

Random teammate: good job!1!1!1! You did X so quick and Y was so good and-

Me after putting my entire heart body and soul into a race, barely alive, just trying to get to my water so I don’t fuckint die: yehh uhmmhm thakfs *high fives and misses their hand*

[brinelakes]

autism is a very pleasing word

[ilaliya]

i do believe it is time for a mid-afternoon walk in the woods :)

[szappan]

i dont know which way my accent will evolve but of one thing i canbe sure which is that come what may my t's will be poppin

[theinfinitedivides]

oh hold the f*ck on s1 is in its original studio intended order on the studio's streaming website????????? you mean i could have been watching s1 sans the sh*tty quality????????? tf?????????

[dagreb]

Round Meal:(Beyond) Loco Moco

Usually I use Impossible but Beyond was less than half price so, y'know. It goes like this:

white rice

burger patty

brown gravy

chili crisp egg, over easy

Cholula green pepper sauce

scallions

I'm gonna assume you know how to cook rice. If you're unsure about vegan "meat" I suggest Thee Burger Dude on youtube. (I'll link it below fear not). Brown gravy or mushroom gravy or whatever. I use ClubHouse often but the French's brown gravy that's two for $1.25 at Dollarama is tasty too. Your egg need not be a chili crisp egg and honestly just cook it how you like it. Someday I'll use an egg substitute but today is not that day. The hot sauce is optional but the green onion is not!

Yeah the gravy isn't too prominent tonight.

[hecatombi]

@coolrpblog ash for Jason // mobile starter

Yet again, Ash has found himself driven out of his home. It's ALWAYS because of his status as an accused murderer; even though he'd been acquitted of the charges, the fact remains that most people were far too freaked out about him living near them. Honestly, he didn't even commit those murders but nothing he could say could convince anybody in his hometown, or even those around him for a matter of fact. No matter what he did he was always driven out, cast aside, and he could barely keep a job at any local s-marts for longer than a week or two. And this isn't even touching on what mobs seemed to always form that would drive him out.

Is this all there was to his life now? ... Being known as a murderer? Nobody's ever thankful for his hero work - - not that they ever survive the things that he tries to protect them from, no matter how hard he works his ass off to make sure they do. There is no redemption for a guy like him, and whether he wants to admit it or not .... that is. Definitely a damper on his life, and on his attempts to move past it.

Now, he'd taken his shitty little RV camper and made a quick escape -- though his car was pretty banged up, she'd seen worse days. What matters was getting somewhere safe for the night, where nobody could continue heckling him or mobs couldn't form to throw him out. Maybe that's what led him to drive down the path of Camp Crystal Lake -- not that he'd noticed the sign in the dark, but -- hey, it was a trail, it looked promising, and if anyone tried anything he did have quite a bit of chainsaws and weaponry stocked up.

Juuuust gotta .. not think about how that would probably NOT help his case. But y'know, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.

Eventually though, his car puttered out. Seems he'd forgotten to refill with more gasoline -- or maybe it was that he couldn't really AFFORD to right now -- so, in the middle of this old trail, he was stranded. Hands gripped the steering wheel, brows furrowed, teeth grit. Maybe if he jumpstarted this car or something, he could get it just far enough that he could get back to the main road and hitchhike? Would jumpstarting even do anything for a car running so low on gas? Actually, he didn't know. Ash wasn't a car person. He probably should be one though. Would help with day to day life and making expenses safer.

Still, he had to try something, lest he had to hike back to the mainroad on foot. After a long groan, throwing his head back and rolling his eyes, he rocked forward and THUNKED his head on the steering wheel. For a moment he lingers there, questioning everything in his life ever, thumbs tapping against the wheel. He spirals into a temporary existential crisis, before ultimately pushing up and letting his head loll back. Opening the car door with far more attitude than necessary, he beelined for the back -- or, the trunk more specifically.

As he digs around for the tools, muttering all sorts of curse words and other profanities under his breath, he suddenly feels the presence of someone else nearby. Body rigid, mouth twitching, he tussles with the idea of if he should be on alert or not -- and REALLY FUCKING HOPING THAT THERE DOESN'T NEED TO BE A FIGHT, he eventually settles on sloooowly turning around.

Eyes scanning behind him, his intact hand reaches back and pats blindly for a gun, not taking his eyes off the side of the path that's rustling for a second. Said hand grasps onto one, and his fingers curl around its trigger, holding tight. It's kept hidden behind his back, but he's pretty confident that if it comes down to it, he'll be a fast enough draw to shoot some warning shots. Twitchy fingers tap and ever so slightly put pressure on the trigger as it he holds it behind his back.

He does his best to keep calm, though; can't be getting too trigger happy just yet. After all, maybe things won't get too sour. Ooorrrr maybe it will, given that everything Ash ever says ends up sounding rude no matter the intention. He's just that kind of guy, he supposed. And the fact that his gut was telling him this might not go very well, but he's trying very pointedly to ignore that.

"........ I know you're there," He settles on, voice gruff in an attempt to prove he isn't scared, moreso just annoyed. He isn't in the mood for any fuckery tonight -- but if it comes down to brass tacks, he isn't gonna hesitate.

"So instead of just staring at me -- like a total CREEP, by the way -- I'd really appreciate it if you stopped fucking around. I don't want to be here either, so if You're gonna stick around, help me out. If not, get lost!"

[drogonea]

WILL Y'ALL PLEASE MOVE TO WASHINGTON NOW???

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