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I'm just briefly back to yell (because I just came back from my second exam) BUT AAAAAAH KAVEH AND BAIZHU!! Look at them!!!
Let me tell you... DENDRO MEN >>>>
#🍁 dust rambles#🍁 dust plays genshin#kaveh#baizhu#genshin impact#it's been 84 years *looks at Baizhu*#my god I'm so excited!!!#and thats me mostly signing out again because I just came home from my exam#and I'm gonna nap now#before I continue studying#yes on a friday#got 4 more exams next week#free me from my misery
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I'm always pushing you away from me / but you come back with gravity / and when I call, you come home
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#itafushi#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#yuuji#megumi#deleted scene gege told me#god im not over 266 i will never ever ever be over 266#im so incredibly unwell abt them i cant believe this is the timeline we live in#itafushi friday....itafushi everyday.....#decided 2 forgo my usual miku and broke out the emo playlist fr this one . breaking my own heart :3#how many itfs embraces do i need to draw until i successfully manifest it in canon#gege i beg i plead pls let them H U G#they r so traumatized they r so touch starved pls hug pls contact pls Holds/Is Hold#anyway if megumi's height is inconsistent no it isn't <3 if he looks like 2 completely different ages no he doesnt <33#......kids r Hard guys gomen i tried my best#honestly it's probably not even that bad i think its the arm angle in the first one thts throwing me#i had to play around w it so much that i think im just tired of looking at it#megumi voice whatever !!!!!#thats not important the important thing is Itafushi Hug#and i do believe i met my quota in that regard#also yes my pen pressure Is still dying thank u fr asking but i did this fr them Anyway pls clap
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FLAT FUCK FAMILY PILE!!!
This... is literally the first raph doodle I've ever finished. Love the big goober but omg he is a challenge to draw for me.
#flat fuck friday#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#freaking love drawing these goobers#fuck yes Imma try to do a year of flat fuck fridays
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“When I run over the frightful catalogue of my sins, I cannot believe that I am the same creature whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendent visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.”
#frankenstein#victor frankenstein#gothic literature#gothic art#gothic lit#mary shelley#lucifer#the fallen angel#we all saw this one coming#I’m very happy w how this turned out#and yes I used colour for once and not just in the creature eyes go me#I thought about doing just the cropped version of this painting but I can’t ever make anything easy for myself#I’m glad people seem to be enjoying this series#which I guess has morphed in to Frankenstein But in Classical Art#based on the fallen angel by Alexandre Cabanel#anyway it’s Friday!! I’m gonna watch a movie and have some good food :)))#my art
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President Howard in the black and white
#yes I use light mode#credit to @_regalecus on twt#starkid#Black Friday#hatchetfield#lords in black#hatchetverse#wiggog y'wrath#president howard goodman
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It may have been accidental, but i think someone irl asked me out for a drink 😱😻Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me
#Can you imagine????#I cannot.#You guys are far more real to me than the outside world these days and even then my interactions are so limited#How do i person??????#satans knitwear#girls with piercings#Cosy vibes#And yes of course I come here immediately to spill the tea. I should probably ask my irl friends what the interaction actually meant#But oh well. It's a nice vibe to ride on for a Friday night tbh.
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woe. jon character lineup be upon ye
individual sillies under the cut
#my art#starkid#hatchetfield#the guy who didn't like musicals#black friday#nightmare time#honey queen#abstinence camp#yellow jacket#nerdy prudes must die#paul matthews#paul 23#gary goldstein#roman murray#boy jerry#daniel stopwatch#richie lipschitz#cw blood#a lil pizzazz and visual hcs to differentiate em#yes i'm fond of blue hair richie#tried to make roman look older#and daniel younger than the rest#he's like 15 in canon#and hear me out on jerry with curls/freckles#and visibly scarred daniel#:3#daniel nmt
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on reconstruction and historical linguistics
to follow up on today's reblog, i want to comment briefly on the apparent misapprehension that linguistic reconstruction is just guesswork with a fancy name, because that's not accurate!
reconstruction is based on specific, well-attested constraints of linguistic development. we know from centuries of investigation that languages tend to change in predictable ways. we also have a decent understanding of the complexities introduced by phenomena like language contact, which can result in borrowing on multiple structural levels. our methods are well established and borne out by evidence.
comparative reconstruction involves applying these known constraints ("rules") in reverse on a collected body of words in related descendant languages. when possible, we also incorporate historical written evidence, which often provides midpoint references for changes in progress. it is always recognized by historical linguists that reconstruction can be imperfect; we cannot know what information has been lost.
the results of reconstruction can be mixed, but i'll let campbell (2013:144) explain:
How Realistic are Reconstructed Proto-languages? The success of any given reconstruction depends on the material at hand to work with and the ability of the comparative linguist to figure out what happened in the history of the languages being compared. In cases where the daughter languages preserve clear evidence of what the parent language had, a reconstruction can be very successful, matching closely the actual spoken ancestral language from which the compared daughters descend. However, there are many cases in which all the daughters lose or merge formerly contrasting sounds or eliminate earlier alternations through analogy, or lose morphological categories due to changes of various sorts. We cannot recover things about the proto-language via the comparative method if the daughters simply do not preserve evidence of them. In cases where the evidence is severely limited or unclear, we often make mistakes. We make the best inferences we can based on the evidence available and on everything we know about the nature of human languages and linguistic change. We do the best we can with what we have to work with. Often the results are very good; sometimes they are less complete. In general, the longer in the past the proto-language split up, the more linguistic changes will have accumulated and the more difficult it becomes to reconstruct with full success. (emphasis mine)
or, to quote labov's (1982:20) pithier if less optimistic approach:
Historical linguistics may be characterized as the art of making the best use of bad data, in the sense that the fragments of the literary record that remain are the results of historical accidents beyond the control of the investigator.
in sum, historical linguists are very realistic about what we can achieve, but the confidence we do have is genuinely well earned, because linguistics is a scientific field and we treat our investigations with rigor.
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Campbell, Lyle. 2013. Historical Linguistics: An Introduction. Cambridge, MA: MIT Press.
Labov, William. 1982. "Building on Empirical Foundations." In Perspectives on Historical Linguistics. Winifred P. Lehmann and Yakov Malkiel, eds. Pp. 17-92. Amsterdam: John Benjamins.
#linguistics#language#historical linguistics#i got to hang out with my grad school colleagues and talk about one of my dissertation texts today so i'm in my academic feelings#also it's friday and i'm allowed to have a little fun (yes this is fun) (i'm a phd what do you expect)
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Moon 27: Walking on My Grave (feat @in-memoriam-tgwk Glowstar!)
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#jcmoons#warrior cats#clangen#clangen warrior cats#wc#wc oc#warriors oc#early post cuz I have lasik on Friday and I will be too blind to read replies lol#and drugged up#I’m rusty I’m sorry I TRIED#NYWAYS how about that folks. no god. no forgiveness. only ghosts.#this is why I had the human name polls btw#also the human is Mary since y’all liked that name so much#Mary Blake……#also the Ye is shorthand for The from 1600s times you guys should see the tombstones from back then they did not give a FUCK#they were all illiterate and paid per letter#and forgot things and crammed it in the margins lol
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And they are soooooooo…
Bonus:
#shoto todoroki#bakugou katsuki#tdbk#pro hero dynamight#pro hero shoto#the lore is that they are husbands and katsuki wont let shoto adopt another cat#they are so petty and annoying i hate themmmmmm <3#after the friday shift katsuki brings home 20 cats if it means shoto wont leave anymore shifts#/j or am i#shoto calling him dynamite rather than his lil pookie wookie puppy bear and katsuki having a fit about it yes yes real to me#im joking#or am i
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starting this thing called Forever Partners Friday bc i cant commit to inktober but i still wanted to do something weekly for october anddd ofc it had to be jeaneil related 🙂↕️
first one: halloween costumes!!
#“atlas it's saturday”#no its not shush#i overestimated my time management abilities#thank you to my beautiful friend mir for the costume idea#aftg#art#fanart#artists on tumblr#my art#all for the game#aftg fanart#jean moreau#neil josten#the sunshine court#jeaneil#forever partners#forever partner friday#OCTOBER!!!! MAY THE SPOOKS BE UPON YE#all for the game fanart#jean yves moreau#tsc#all for the gay
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When I started choosing embroidery patterns for my store, I was really focused on relatively small, simple designs. Things that would be quick and easy for beginners. But honestly... I think I underestimated just how easy the printed interfacing would be, since it's the needlework version of completing a dot-to-dot patterns. They take time, but none of the constant counting and ripping stitches out.
So that meant I've started to get ambitious. Little designs are still great, but what about a few designs that are dazzling from the other side of the room? As a treat?
Maybe just one of Giovanni Ostaus's shirt opening border designs from 1561?
Some fancy chickens and um... tulips? pomegranates? water fountains?
And just for me, a pattern you won't find in any history book, a little confection I made that I like to call: "Strawberry Fieldmice Forever"
That's only like, half of them. I just dumped a whole bunch onto my Etsy.
Interested?
Beginner-friendly historical and fantasy embroidery patterns, right this way!
#haberdashery#crass commercialism#I'm even having a Month of Darkness sale!#yes that's right we're giving up the pretense of Black Friday and calling November what it is.
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Till uses his microphone stand in Round 6 to act as his anchor, his sense of stability, his last lifeline to a world he's pretty much given up on.
It gives him something to focus on to drown out the crowd and the rain (and probably even Ivan). On stage, it's one of the only things he has complete control over.
But then it’s taken away.
When Ivan threw his microphone stand away, he threw Till's away too.
The kiss. The sacrifice. The silence that followed.
Till lost his anchor. He’s completely unmoored.
In Round 7, he doesn’t get that stability back. With a headset instead of a microphone stand, Till lacks any sort of control.
He has nothing to hold onto. Nothing to ground him.
Idle hands are the devil’s playthings…
#leave it to user ivanttakethis to turn microphones into a metaphor#leave it to user ivanttakethis to work ivan into a post about another character#hope we get to see till rage and rebel#yes i am alluding to ivan being a source of stability for till#alien stage#alnst#alien stage till#alnst till#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#alien stage ivantill#alnst ivantill#ivantill#if you squint#alien stage round 6#alnst round 6#alien stage round 7#alnst round 7#alien stage friday#alnst friday#ivanttakethis talks too much
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Uber Eats
synopsis: What a crappy Friday night! You’re the only driver for your restaurant and you have to deliver to this Tomura S. guy. The worst part? He never tips. wc: 2.7k content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, quirkless au, oral (f! receiving), overstim, degredation, vaginal fingering, mdni cross posted to ao3
You hated this guy.
He ordered every week without fail, like clockwork.
“Do I have to make this delivery?” You ask your manager, wishing the ticket in your hand would burst into flames.
It did not.
The black ink only stared back at you as you stewed in your own misery:
Tomura S.
“You’re the only driver we have!” Your manager calls back to you, tossing some rice around in a wok before dropping it into a takeout container. “But after this, you’re good to go.” he placed the next order into the wok and the hiss of the food only added to the bustle of the restaurant.
You sigh, accepting your fate and crumple the receipt in your hand. It was the last delivery of the night so you find solace in at least being able to leave once you were done.
This guy was a known regular, and better known for not leaving a tip. Ever. It didn’t matter how big the order was and it didn’t matter what the weather had been outside — Tomura S. would not tip. And unfortunately for you it seemed he was more likely to order on your shift so you had to be the one to deliver. What awful luck.
Your manager waves you off after he finishes packing Tomura’s order and you step outside to your bike. It was about a fifteen minute bike ride, and the sweet promise of going home was all the motivation you needed to get it over and done. You put the order in the front basket of your bike and were off, hitting more than a few bumps in the road on your way.
Once you reach the apartment complex, you set your bike aside and head up to his door.
You’ve been here many times before, but that doesnt stop the nerves.
Tomura was an… interesting fellow. Never a smile on his face and rarely a thank you.
You steel yourself at the door of his apartment, taking a breath before raising your fist to knock. Maybe today would be different, you ponder, shifting your weight to cool your nerves. Maybe he would tip generously and send you on your way.
Everything could all be a big misunderstanding and you start to feel yourself get a little hopeful. He could be a nice guy under that rocky demeanor — maybe you’ve misjudged him.
The door opens with a little too much force and a vermillion glare meets your eyes.
You feel yourself falter under his gaze. “Um, Tomura?" You put on the best smile you could and extend your arm, the bag of takeout presented to him. "Here’s your order.”
He looks down at the bag and then back up to you — carmine eyes giving away ill hidden boredom before ripping it from your hand and turning on his heels. The slam of his door making you jolt as you strained to hear his muttered thanks. So quiet you’re sure you may have imagined it.
It would be generous to say you were shocked, but tonight had not been a kind night to you. A few too many potholes on your way here and a few too little tips given out has your lips pursed and fists clenching in anger. You had just about had it with this man.
What was his deal? You come all this way, make sure his food is hot — hell, you even smile and that's still not enough. Well, you were done playing nice and found your fist tapping against his door before your brain could process your actions.
In less than a few seconds the door swung open, this time a much more annoyed Tomura greeting you.
“What?” He rasped, face turned down into a scowl, much different from his earlier indifference.
You don't waver, “What is your deal?”
His brows shoot up in surprise, “Excuse me?”
“I said, what is your deal? I’ve been delivering to you for months and not a single time have you tipped me! You know that's how I make a living right? It's just unfair.” you huff, exasperated.
This seems to surprise him further, and if you weren't crazy you would think that was amusement on his lips. “Tip? Is that what you want?”
You are surprised, but you nod.
He huffs, taking a step back, “Fine.”
And then he’s gone.
You’re not sure if he intends for you to follow him inside the apartment, but you have an idea that he wouldn't leave his door open otherwise — so, against your better judgment, you go in.
It's dark in the apartment, and not very spacious. The dim lighting gives you little to work with but the blue light from the idle game screen playing on the tv in the living room helps you make out what you're looking at. Tomura has already gone deeper into the home, no doubt to his bedroom or wherever he may keep his money. You decide to stay where you are in the living room and look around a little.
The space wasn’t… awful, messy — yes, but not disgusting. It looked average to what any other twenty-something living alone would look like.
You try not to make a habit of getting to know customers you deliver to, but judging from the nintendo switch docked near his television, it seems you may have a little in common.
What surprises you are the anime figurines and plushies lining the bookshelf near the television. He didn’t strike you as a plushie enjoyer. Finding yourself smiling, you walk over to one. A green dino with goofy teeth and cute eyes. Cute. You reach out to touch it, the plushie feeling as soft as it looked.
The sound of footsteps on hardwood break your focus and you look back to see a grumpy Tomura, looking through his – assumedly empty – wallet, “I don’t have any cash on me.”
His hair is fluffy and white, but looks a pale blue in the hue of the paused game on the television screen. His frustration is prominent in his scowl and you take this moment to really look at him, carmine eyes focused and brooding. He was taller than you originally thought and his black shirt was loose around the collar area, exposing his collar bones and you find your eyes drifting lower. You could tell he was toned under the thin black shirt he wore but you had never had a chance to really notice. Unconsciously, you lick your lips.
“Did you hear me?”
Your eyes snap up, cheeks flushing, “Y-yeah!”
He huffed, irritation obvious but continued anyway, “well, what do you want?”
You don't know what you want anymore. If he doesn't have cash then it doesn’t matter. This seems like it may have just been an oversight on his part, so you may be better off letting this go. Maybe he would order again and tip you extra next time.
You take a few steps forward, every intention to walk by him and get to the front door when you stop, finally responding to his question, “nothing, just remember next time.” Your gaze catches his and then drifts lower, to his lips. Tomura catches the trail of your gaze and it forces you to look away. You swore there was a hint of a smile on his lips but maybe you were tired, it has been a long day.
You shift your weight, ready to continue on your way out when Tomura reaches for your arm, grip tight and demanding. It takes you by surprise, but surprises you even further when he dips down and crashes his lips into yours, rough ones meeting the softness of yours. The kiss is not smooth or slow, but needy and hungry, Tomura playfully nipping your bottom lip before pulling away.
“I have an idea,” he breathes and pulls you by the hand to his couch, falling ungracefully onto it and in an instant he's on top of you.
Your cheeks are burning as you place both palms onto his chest to halt his movements, “H-hey, what are you doing?”
His laugh is low as if you should already know the plan. “I’m going to give you your tip.”
And then he's down again, lips warm and demanding. A moan escapes your throat and you fist a hand in his hair, overwhelmed and desperate to get more of him. His tongue swipes your bottom lip and you waste no time letting him in. His large hand trailed down your side, and you pressed closer to him. He felt intoxicating, and arousal pooled in your belly as Tomura pulled away, panting. He was just as flushed as you knew you were, the wild look in his eyes only making the arousal between your thighs slicker.
Tomura trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving soft bites in between licks. A particularly hard bite made you gasp, gripping his shoulder and turning your head, giving him better access to your neck.
He only chuckled, sitting back and looking down at you, “You look like whore.” he spat, teasing tone in his smile. “All spread out on my couch like this.”
His hands moved to your pants, popping the buttons and pulling them down. You should stop him, tell him to wait because you barely know him and it's a little soon, but his words have you biting your lip and lifting your hips to help him get your pants down and off.
That only makes Tomura shake his head in disbelief, a pleased smile betraying his false disappointment.
He reaches down and presses his middle finger to your clothed cunt, rubbing soft circles and laughs, “You’re soaked. Didn’t take you for such a slut.”
The words only spurred you on, spreading your legs further and closing your eyes. It felt good to finally get some kind of contact – he was right where he needed to be. Until he pulled away, leaving you more desperate and a complaint on your lips. You stop in your tracks though as Tomura leans down, tongue licking you through your panties.
Your hands fly to his hair, moan erupting from your lips. You’re unsure how thin his apartment walls are, but you don't care. The feeling sends pleasure shooting up your spine and your heart picks up its pace.
Tomura laps at your clothed cunt, fabric muting the full feeling but giving you enough to cry out. You find yourself grinding closer, body begging him to keep going and he obliges, only for a moment. He gives your cunt one more kiss before pulling back and pulling your soaked panties down and off, tossing them across the living room.
He wastes no time diving back in, tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit and your back arches. The hold you have on Tomura’s hair is so tight, you're sure it’s painful at this point, but he only groans, wet muscle lapping your clit eagerly. Your thighs reflexively try to close, but Tomura is faster, hand stopping them and thumb rubbing soothing circles.
“Oh, god,” you squeeze your eyes shut, the pleasure building quickly and you will yourself not to go over – not yet. That would be embarrassing.
You feel the pressure in your abdomen tighten and it's clear you won't last much longer. Tomura took that moment to suck your sensitive nub and you spill over, mouth open in a silent moan and thighs quivering.
Tomura rides you through it, only pulling away from his ministrations once you catch your breath. “That soon, huh?” There's no bite to his words and you only give him a halfhearted glare, heavy lidded eyes still reeling from your orgasm.
You’re distracted and don’t notice Tomura’s not finished with his antics. It wasn’t until you felt a digit pressing at your heat, slipping in slowly and making you mewl in pleasure. You were soaked, and the pressure making your head loll onto the armrest of the couch. It felt so full already.
“Ah!” you gasped, feeling the familiar glide of Tomura’s tongue against your oversensitive clit once more.
It was almost too much, your cries reaching new heights as he pumped his digit in and out of your sopping cunt, juices from your arousal mixing with his saliva. He was taking his time building your next orgasm, moving slow and steady, making your toes curl in pleasure.
The push of a second finger against your hole had you tapping Tomura’s shoulder, “t-too much! Tomura!”
Your cries fell on deaf ears as he continued, tip of his tongue flicking your clit as the second finger pushed in to join the first, waisting no time fucking you in earnest. His fingers were thick and the feeling of being so full made you dizzy, pleasure spiraling as you tried to ground yourself mentally. You grabbed Tomura’s shoulder, fisting his shirt in your hand as you lost yourself in the pleasure once more.
Tomura’s motions ceased as his eyes met yours. You could only imagine how blissed out you looked in this moment, breath ragged and sweat clinging to your brow. Tomura wasn’t much better off — he was as desperate as you, hair splayed in wild directions after your hands ravaged through it. You open your mouth – impatient words on the tip of your tongue and Tomura curls his fingers, digits hitting that spongy spot inside that made you see stars.
He flattens his tongue, giving your clit a final lap and it sends you over – for the second time tonight.
Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm washes over you. The feeling sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, eyes squeezed shut and mind buzzing.
Tomura watches as you come apart, palming his erection in awe. You meet his eyes once you come down from your second high of the night and Tomura wastes no time in crashing his lips to yours, clumsy and wet. You could taste yourself on his lips and groan when he pulls you closer.
There's a trail of saliva linking the two of you once he pulls away, but Tomura’s heavy gaze is only on you. He leans back in once more to give you a much softer kiss, before pulling away again and giving the same soft kiss on your cheek — heat rushing to them for reasons entirely different from what just transpired between you both.
It was very… intimate – in a way you did not expect from someone who had just called you a slut.
It makes you want to reach out for him when he pulls away further, eyes seemingly pondering something you’re unaware of. He looked down at you one more time, before looking to his television and his unopened takeout bag on the coffee table.
“My show is about to start, so…” he starts, picking up the remote to change the channel of the television, screen lighting up and noise filling the room. You stare as Tomura sits back and gets comfortable, opening his takeout bag and removing the contents.
Was he… was he kicking you out right now? Seriously?
Your brows fly up, eyes widened in disbelief — his lack of reaction at your scoff only proves you right. He was kicking you out. Bullshit. The humiliation is evident as you scurry to find your pants, not bothering to find wherever the hell he tossed your underwear earlier, and get the hell out of there before you said something you would regret.
The only thing on your mind was the front door as you brushed by Tomura one last time.
“Hey!” he called, gluing you to your spot. Your heart jumped as you turned back to him vaguely hoping he would offer you to stay a little longer.
That small flame of hope died as soon as it came because Tomura was only extending your long forgotten phone to you.
You snatch the device from his hand and make your way out the door, face burning and legs still tingling from the way he made you come undone mere moments before.
Once you reach your bike you find yourself huffing in annoyance. What else did you expect? Him to offer you some of his takeout? That would just be silly. You’re walking your bike to the sidewalk, ready to hop on and go back to the restaurant – sure your manager is worried sick about his only driver – before your phone buzzes in your back pocket.
Tomura S.
Your eyes widened as you read a text from the name you knew you hadn't saved in your contacts before.
You forgot my drink.
#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura x you#shigaraki tomura#mha x reader#shigaraki tomura x reader#tomura x reader#tomura shigiraki x reader#my works#yes i am posting this on a friday night what about it#shigaraki smut#tomura shigaraki
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So uh. Um. I'm normal
#Yes I searched the cans for an Emma one after finding the Paul one#Yes I know how cringe I am#paulkins#emma perkins#paul matthews#the guy who didn't like musicals#tgwdlm#hatchetfield#black friday#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#starkid#team starkid#jon matteson#lauren lopez
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Last Player Standing
well guess he is trapped there now
i will miss sos smp
#fwhip#fwhip fanart#sos smp#sos smp fanart#joifeeart#mcytblr#i really liked the finale and i really loved sos#the poll said other option first but i got inspired#i am very proud of this one#kinda wanna upload it on the discord but maybe at friday or thursday#yes i know its sad because i am sad
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