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Happy Birthday Misha
Oh my Gods, how do they draw so fucking goood?!

Fuckboy Dionysus Bobbi de Robbo "Fuck" Jartholomewl Jerma Walters Jr the third/just Dionysus belongs to @an-idiot-in-a-suit
noooo!! 😭 theyre ded
also u can go fishing yay
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OP disabled reblogs but it needs to be known
Sup hotasses?
Todays philosophical question: Is it even really a selfie if I censor myself out?

[I'm so gonna freak out about posting this in like 10 minutes..]

Gustavio didn’t become Maybelline’s first male Cover Girl for no reason. He was flying high and in demand. Or was he flying, high, and in demand? Maybe he was flying, high and on demand?
It was funny how such tiny things could make a huge difference. It was more peculiar Gustavio still couldn’t place himself anywhere among the three options despite being sober and near the end of a transatlantic flight. Even stranger was how Americans used the term ‘not ha-ha funny’.
Like the rest of the planet, Gustavio didn’t get that. What he did know however, was that he was on his way to America to do a special inside job for Brad and Chris.
The two invited Gustavio to their home in California to drive their piles and then answer some sorted question about make up. Apparently, there’s been a mystery shrouding his employer for decades. The Euro heart throb was always happy to help where it was good and an inside job was where he could shine.
“Maybe it was Maybelline, maybe not. Who can say? Why such a silly thing make a big deal?”
Gustavio admittedly missed the whole controversy and remained strikingly unworried. If anyone could get to the bottom in any situation it was him. Gustavio always came out on top. Always. That was never a question
“To make love well is like a really nice cigarettes, if it was good, I smoked you twice. Thats how you know. But you know this already.”
To that, Gustavio needed a light before landing.
“Gustavio, that’s me, has a craving and is a ready now. It’s no matter I am still on plane. Trust me. I know things. Ok Maybe one, but preferably two guys. No need to know their names.”
Gustavio would prove himself with what’s his head from from the first-class cabin crew and his equally nameless co-worker from economy plus somewhere over Arizona then again in the very brief time over the extreme southern tip of Nevada.
It was true. Only the majesty of the Grand Canyon could carry the echos of Gustavio’s pleasure.


me when i can imagine anything
This all is just me and my bestie messing around while making another fic cause we enjoy rping then having me edit it for hours so yeah spoilers for the up coming fics!
My best friend: As the duo both fell asleep, they were now laying down on the bed. The soft noises of rain and Saturn’s humming made the entire environment comfortable. They were both comfortable, as she laid on top of him, he was laying down below her. This was a peaceful moment of comfort for the duo, as nothing could interrupt this moment of peace.
Me: (Okay i just gotta interrupt rq)
My bestie: (LOL yeah that’s fine)
Me: (Okay so......)
My bestie: (Wanna just continue it from the part after we left off?)
Me: (In a sec but first. HOW THE FUCK DOES HE HUM IN HIS SLEEP!!!!????? I NEED CLASSES FROM HIM ON HOW TO DO THAT! THAT'S FUCKING AWSOME DUDE!)
My bestie: (OML I DIDNT REALIZE THAT HE WAS HUMMING IN HIS SLEEP LMAO. HOW DOES HE HUMMMMM IN HIS SLEEP-)
Me: (IDK YOU SAID THAT HE WAS HUMING IN HIS SLEEP!)
Bestie: (I THINK I ACCIDENTALLT SAID THAT LMAO I SHOULD PROB JUST EDIT THAT OUT)
Me: (Sure, you know what no, no, that's so fucking cool were keeping that and or putting it in the bloopers room)
Bestie: (LMAO YES. LET HIM HUMMM IN HIS SLEEP LMAOO)
Me: (YEAH! SUCK IT MOONY BOI! I BET YOU CAN'T HUM IN YOUR SLEEP!!!!!!)
Bestie: (MOONY BOY WOULD BE JEALOUS LMAO)
Me: (Ikr lol i putting is up as a trailer lol for the next fic, just this conversation about Saturn humming in his fucking sleep. And humming a certain song called: rises the moon lol)
Bestie: (LMFAOOO YES LMAO. I wonder if that means his brain is just fully aware during his sleep? Like he is still fully functioning, he can just feel everything and still has some self awareness lmfao)
Me: (NAAAAAAAAAAAAAW, It's cooler to just hum in your sleep with out knowing y'know)
Bestie: (Yeah tbh it would be funnier if he was just completely oblivious to the fact that he hums in his sleep LMAO)
Me: (Yeah lol)
Bestie: (Maybe we’re overthinking it too tho LMAO)
Me: (HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW were goooooooooooooooooood [me being me because, yes.] Practically getting ready to post it rn lol)
Bestie: (LMFAO okay then, let me know when you are about to put it up lmao)
Me: (Got it will do brb lol)
Bestie: (Okay then see you in bit lol)
The main reason why it takes us to long to rp is because we get distracted so easily lol. But this is just one of the many conversations we have in between.
No context, I was just bored





experimenting with photoshop! mostly trying to mess with brushes this is my elven bard LUCIEL he's a jester my dumbass forgot he was an elf for a sec and forgot EARS but it looks pretty cool VERY MUCH ACCEPTING CRITICISM AND ADVICE
Thoughts from the 355
I’m back from watching The 355 and I admit, I have rolled my eyes in the past at fans who can’t resist redeeming the bad boy. Sometimes characters are douches, you know? And yet! I can’t help but think that Nick is a fellow who survives, and of the day when Captain America and his team stealth attacks that prison, because they’re heard nationals from other countries are being illegally held. Sam pulls out Nick, who is in bad shape, physically emaciated and suffering mentally from isolation. The computer IDs Nick, but Sam thinks it’s hinky that the CIA didn’t suspect that one of their own might be in the prison. Instead of turning him over, Sam takes him to his place in Delacroix to recover. Of course, as Nick recuperates, grateful for his rescue, he is reliant on Sam and turns more and more to him, falling in love. With his new perspective, he has no interest in revenge on Mace and the others, and commits himself to living a better life.
.... or is that a ruse to keep Sam’s support until he’s well enough to leave?
*cackles*