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SPIRIT HUNTER CUTIE MARK PART 4:

Pegasus extravaganza

ENJOY !!!

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your yearly reminder that Baby It’s Cold Outside is a song about a woman having CONSENSUAL sex, at a time when premarital sex was frowned upon. The female singer is offering up the token demurrals society expects her to, because it’s expected, not bc she doesn’t fully intend to stay and have awesome sex with a dude she’s into. The male singer knows this, and is in turn offering her an excuse to give to the neighbors in the morning (“it was too cold for me to go home, the only responsible thing to do was spend the night at his place. because of the weather, get your minds out of the gutter”). A 1950s audience would have understood all this, but the nuance gets lost in a modern age where women are actually allowed to say yes when they mean it.  

Also the “hey what’s in this drink” thing was a common joke at the time, where the punchline was that there was in fact nothing in the drink. the woman’s making a joke that she wouldn’t do this if she was sober, oh goodness no! it’s only a joke bc both she and the man are in on the punchline: she is sober, and is only staying bc she wants to

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I come bearing more ponies

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My friend just told me that my container of sauce with the reflection of a lamp in it resembled a smuppet and then made an image to show the vision and it was one of the best things to happen to me all day

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Male Jadebloods—

According to the brooding facilities' records— are so rare they can barely be classified as a mutation. A man of knowledge, Fosyes respects the Overseer's right to research, even despite his Guardian's disapproval. For the betterment of society.

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Meet our industrious Jadeblood, FOSYES!

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In EXILE'S TOMB,

Turf wars between raider groups are a daily occurrence. The children of the Dockyards fall asleep to the sounds of violence. To win a war, sometimes you have to incite; to antagonize. Start a fight and let someone else finish it for you.

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Meet our lackadaisical Oliveblood, RUPTOR!

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Meet our— uhm.

Excuse me, mind backing up just a little bit? Our audience can't read your introduction.

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...When you neglect those who care for you in favor of something new, something exciting- those you once called home can fester into something unfamiliar.

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What do you get the girl who has everything?

According to the mythos belonging to the Garden of Ipomea, MONK'S HOOD is a plant that fosters romance, love, and bonds between individuals. A romantic at heart, Anumae consults the stars for kinship. The stars respond with purple petals. However...

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Meet our mystical Limeblood, ANUMAE!

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Having lived in solitude for 6.5 sweeps,

Charus is unfamiliar with the ways of those outside his hive. His passion for justice isn't shared by everyone. The day he received his scars- as valiant as his efforts were- opened his eyes to the world outside his own.

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Meet our chivalrous Goldblood, CHARUS!

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The Nettle Marshlands

The Nettle Marshlands are dense, wet, and wild. Lusii untamed roam the lands.

Besides the Oliveblooded Rangers who herd the beasts, not many souls find themselves making home in the Marshlands.

Of course, there are some strange exceptions.

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Meet our reclusive Bronzeblood, ERISEK!

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would like to drop in and share the gfm of an afro-palestinian family i came across on ig