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YAAA SUP DICKWADS ITS ME YA BOI AND IM BACK BETTER THAN EVER. It's been a really long time and I left for not very good reasons. Anyway go follow my new account @TangyVanilla

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Heyyy woo! I’m finally ready to share this online~ This has just been my experience being Ace. I’m selling these at cons and will have them at MSP Spring Con (at the MN state fair grounds, yo!)

But I’ve also been trying out gumroad too - so you can get a pdf of it off there too if you want~

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Oh my god

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I remade my older TIkTok

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*clears throat*

The captain: *sees a hot guy*

The captain:

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The entire Ghosts fandom @ the Captain

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I’m just thinking of that one straight boy from class that said he was dissapointed that they cut Captain Marvel’s hair because “she wasn’t hot anymore”

…wasn’t hot…

Imagine looking at Brie Larson with short hair and thinking she’s not the epitome of perfection. Straight boys are weak.

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Go follow my other blog @bbc-ghosts-imagines

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I have new hair

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Connnnnorrrrr

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I drew Charlie with my old pet rat Mika who died last Christmas.

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I had to say goodnight to my dog Charlie for the last time on the 7th. He was a good dog, but most importantly he was our dog. And a pain in the ass. He had a stroke the other weak due to a blood clot in his heart, his kidneys were also not working. We decided it would be better to let him go. Although he was much to young for that to happen to him, we did the right thing. When the injection took place it took 2 minutes longer than it should have for him to sleep. That showed how slow everything was going through his heart.

Goodnight Charlie, we’ll always love you.

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rk900, actually kinda worried: if you drink any more coffee, you're going to get jittery and anxious and you are going to feel sick later.

gavin, vibrating at a speed that could shatter glass: good bean juice taste like chocolate make me go fast

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I had to do ‘em

Tracer: when does the queen die?

Doge: *slaps roof of YouTube Rewind 2018* this can fit so many YEETS

Bongo cat asserting dominance: this doesn’t make any cents

Tracer on (insert 0-15 gender pronouns out of 700) Nokia 3310: subscribe to TSeries

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‘It’s cold’

It’ s cold. Really cold. I’m thankful they provided me with this coat because otherwise i might of died from the temperature. I do believe it’s the human’s traditional time of the year to decorate and ‘be merry’ but I don’t see a single soul in sight, never mind a merry one. It’s cold. So cold in fact I look for a place to go inside. I move from a crouching to a sitting position on top of the snow covered thatch roof. I remember the reason I’m here, maybe my victim will have a place to go inside. Although, I don’t want to get to comfortable with her, I have been assigned to kill her and I shall do it without straying from the objective. Now, where does she stay? I leap down from my perch and look around. The faint flickering lampposts illuminate the white snow beneath. The dark wood door frames stand still like trees, not one human in or out. I check the file again and see she works in a bar, fortunately, the one right in front of me. My eyes scan over the flaking yellow paint that covered the inn’s name; ‘The Golden Star Inn’. I make my way inside, as I am not made of fire like Aden, and I will die from the cold. It’s quite the place inside, the creaky wood pillars stay immobile above. The floor beneath me barren of snowy footprints; seems no one was stupid enough to come outside on a day like this. Me eyes linger over to the bar, the cattle leather seats and clean bar top catches my attention. Fancy for a human in this day and age. The bartender contently scrubs the bar with a single wet cloth, her other hand perched in front. Her head is tilted down as she hums an unfamiliar tune. The snow falls off my boots as I walk over and sit down, her head glances up at me as she stops humming. “Hello there! What brings you here on a brilliant night like tonight?” Her short ponytail bounces over her right shoulder as she places her cleaning cloth under the counter. ‘Brilliant night? What’s she talking about?’ “It’s fooken freezing out there!” I state bestowed with the ire of incredulity as I take down my fur hood. “So it is” She chuckles “What’ll it be then?” “Nothing you can serve me” I smile, inwardly laughing over the fact she has no idea what I eat, and she hopes she’ll never have to find out. She hums in acceptance “What ever you say, um-“ She looks puzzled for a second “If you don’t mind me asking, is it sir or madam?” Oh She spots the colour drain from my face and is quick to apologise “I’m sorry if I upset you in anyway!-“ “Any one will do” I interrupt her as my way of forgiving. “Then, may I ask of a name?” What. No human is this nice. Why should she care about my name if she can just use any pronouns she wants. And I really shouldnt grow attached but this is the first anyone I’ve met who cares. I sigh with mixed emotions “it’s Demi” Well that took longer than expected, it’s like she had me in a trance. Wait, is she magic? No she’s human. She can’t be just genuinely nice? Can she? I don’t know, and I shouldn’t care. But how did she keep a conversation going with me for - 2 hours!? And we both spoke for an equal amount of time! Surprised she hadn’t been burned at the stake for being a witch, what with her warming smile and caring attitude. I realise that I’ve been staring at her for the past minute and I am quick to look away. Lucky she was not looking back and was cleaning the already seemingly immaculate pints. “Well, I must be going, I have an- um, thing to do..” I announced awkwardly, ‘thing to do’ I have literally nothing else to do but sit and talk with my ‘should be dead’ victim. “-Things- As in your college expedition?” I forgot I said that. Her face was lightly blushed as if a cold wind had swept through her, I think she knew I was lying. “Ah, y-yes.” I mumbled and stood up from the counter and put my jacket back on. Wait, when did I take it off? I’m starting to think that I might of just blanked out while we talked because i have no recollection of any of this. I wasn’t mentally prepared for a heart to heart conversation. She hummed again, how lovely. “I mustn’t keep you then, hope to see you again soon Demi!” She said waving to me from the counter. “I hope so too Anna” And that she will. I shove the door out into the crystal snow and wave back before putting up my hood and leaving, slamming the door behind me. “I can’t kill her!” I stage whisper out into the snow, as if it’s listening to me. “Whywhywhywhywhy me? She’s too nice! But Demi that’s not a good enough excuse for not murdering someone, do you really want to fail this class again? I know but she’s different! No one else is like this! I mean, Lenny is lovely and is the only bit of hope I have to get through education but his parent don’t even like me or want me over! Never mind let him see me! Ugh, I’m a mess” I tug my hair as I trench through the snow, crunching ice beneath my boots. I finally let out a breath as I loosen the grip on my hair. I notice the slight mist dancing in front of my eyes. I can see my breath as the frozen night looks down at me. My eyes switch focus from my breath to the gleaming lights behind it. “Wow” I exhale as my arms drop to my sides. The millions of white sparkles against the dark blue sky pop out at me, each and everyone catching my attention. It’s beautiful, I can’t believe this is what I’m missing everyday from the human realm. I wish I could stay here forever, only, the only way I can get here is if I graduate, an I can’t do that without killing Anna. My eyes are sad and yet wide and full of light as the stars glisten and gleam at me; reflecting the mourning over free will and yet shinning amongst the dark oil surrounding them. It’s cold, really cold.

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CONNNRERREEE NOOOO

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