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It seems that my dog (ahem, overgrown puppy) is only smart enough to recognize when someone is coming home because the phone chime goes off, and to somewhat communicate that she wants what we're eating my "talking"(growling in an extended way) and shoving us with her tiny paws. Otherwise? This little rat tries to eat rocks from the fireplace, is scared of the broom, will fight so she doesn't have to take a bath, but then will enjoy being in the bath, then try to drink the water, licks up water spills from the floor instead of drinking from her bowl, somehow doesn't realized her "playmates" (crickets) stop playing with her because she literally chewed them before spitting them back out, won't sleep on my bed with me but if I leave the bed will get on the bed and call for me to come back, and gets some kind of adrenaline rush from being rained on.

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Anyone else really wanna draw something but then your just kinda. Don't. You start drawing the head, hair, or eyes or something, but then you stop and you don't want to do it anymore? You'll want to draw so bad, want to draw something specific, but then you don't want to. But as soon as you stop you feel like you need to?

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reblog if it’s okay to become internet friends

I’ve always wanted internet friends but have never actually had the courage to ask. so this is me asking I guess. I hope this isn’t an inconvenience. if you’d like a good friend to love and support you, I’m here. even if you want to send memes back and forth that’s fine.

we can talk about a show, a movie, your favorite character. we can talk about your day, your favorite music. anything and everything.

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A Klance comic I can't seem to find

Can any tell me where to find, or show me that Klance comic that featured Akira and Isamu at first, and then Keith and Lance in the lower panels, with the lyrics from "The One That Got Away" by Katy Perry? It's kinda angsty but I also want to see it again.

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Thank you all so much!!!

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I can't really do anything right now, and my follower count is very low, but I hope this reaches someone who can help.

So here's the situation. We are officially homeless. No income, no help. My partner has no ID, so we are struggling to get into the hostels here. It's ridiculous that they won't give us any help due to ID, but it's left us with pretty much nothing. A friend has taken us in, but it's a one room place (not counting the tiny bathroom) and both of the actual residents already sleep on the floor. We have no blanket, and one pillow, so it's freezing and makes it difficult to get any rest. We are attempting to get onto the system once again, but it's not going brilliantly. Will update on that when more happens. Essentially im going to have to do this for a while. If anyone can give anything so we can get a blanket and some money to put towards food, that would be great. Traditional commissions are open, I have a ton of cheap adopts open. My PayPal is misskeiraphillips@gmail.com, and my Kofi username is tinylostghost. If you can help, please do, because we need it. Really need it. Thank you for reading.

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Heres some aesthetics I made recently. The first few are based off of a "Types of People" post, and the last three are more personal ones I made. Feel free to save or repost! Just credit me if anyone asks

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Parame (Ade)

Ade wasn't always Ade. She used to be Adessa, but after the fire, and after the streets, she was Ade, and she never answered to Adessa anymore. Her life was cut throat, knuckles bruised and lips painted red with blood. Whether or not it was her own, you'd have to ask, but it's not reccomended. She walked the cracked sidewalks everyday, around every corner and alley. When the screams started, she wasn't there, but when she came back, bruises around blue eyes and split lips, the screams had stopped. The kids left on their own, by themselves, always ended up with her. Where she went, and where they went, no one knew, but the color had returned to their cheeks, and warning glances were given instead of weary and cautious looks as they walked alongside her, the shadows of tall and broken buildings, like her, hiding their faces and slinking bodies, eyes predatory. And yet Ade's eyes were soft when she smiled at the small children who walked by with their mothers or fathers. Sometimes those looks would break, an animalistic gleam replacing it as she coaxed the child over to her, and whispered sweet promises as they hid their face in her shoulder. She never forgot to cover the child ears as their parents body was slowly crushed under her scrutiny, or, if they had gotten away, she would search, expression guarded, and then by the time she found them, it was too late for their souls, and they were tonight's dinner. Every day, every night, she and her kids would walk, the sun gleaming off her skin as the rest stayed in the dark, and she would save them. Save and rescue and help and promise. Overpriced apartments were lowered, and grocers gave food for free or for lower prices to impoverished families who walked in. She hid a sharp grin behind a smirk as she watched the world change around her. Her city, her home. Her little world. Watch your back.

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Parame (Adela)

Adela owns the little antique shop down the street, selling music and star shaped charms, for your cellphone or your purse. Her voice is smooth, her little southern accent giving a comforting tinge when she speaks, making it feel as if she'll always be there for you, humming French lullabies under her breath, or laughing joyfully as she spins around the shop, starting up the old record player that never seems to be for sale, despite it's beautiful condition. Red lips always stretched into teasing grins, but sometimes, she looks sad, and stares out the window into the evening sky as night spills like ink across the clouds, stars reflecting in her eyes and her silent tears. No one says anything during this time, they don't bother her, but leave her the money and then name of what they bought. They're nice people, thats why they're her favorite. She wishes for love in the middle of the night, walking under street lamps, leaving night lights for the children inside the mailboxes, and giving baskets of food to the ones she finds in the street. Animals always find a home with her, and she let's them roam as they please. They always return home safely, and the one who try to hurt or roughly touch them, hurt the other little ones she's taken in, are plagued with nightmares for weeks. No one says anything about it, it's what they deserve anyways. In the morning, she's back in her shop, and the music plays slowly and warmly, almost lazy in a similar manner to Adela's own lazy smile. Saturated sunlight reflects off her skin, her store is instant protection. Nevermind the black cat in the window sill, she's always good luck. Have a nice day.

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Parame (Adena)

Adena is a girl of silent sweetness, kindness, and selflessness. She lives within her own dreams, and she hopes for a better morning as she wakes. Pastels and sun are beautiful together, and pastel pinks and blues are what she wears, lace gloves and bell sleeves with a matching skirt, is what she dons everyday for her walk in the garden, or her walk to the stream that flows in the nearby valley. She has a taste for lavender and rose, and she smiles at the children who flock to her part of the library for the daily story telling. Faeries and pixies flutter across her thoughts in the moonlight, and every night, she wanders from home and into the hills, where gossamer wings and shining scales await her, to dance until she bids them adieu. Noone ever says anything about her unchanging face, even as the other grow older around her. For she feels like home and her pastries make them feel younger, nostalgic. Always say goodbye.

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Parame (Adeline)

Adeline is a girl who had always felt connected to the Autumn, to the forests and the woods, preferred her loose sweaters and leggings on a day in, and beautiful gowns and skirts on a day out, dark purples, browns, black, greys and blues making up the colors of her outfits. Out into the woods she went, missing until Winter, and back she came not quite the same, poetry and fairytale books left open and always read, fingers cut on the edges of the pages. Always, she stares out the window into the woods, and the woods stare back. Her classmates realize she never ages, and the shadows always travel behind her, everything going in her favor in some way. Her eyes were white in the light, and black when rhe lights flickered. Her mother didn't ask how her daughter had suddenly become taller, why her nails remained sharp and black, or how there was always deer surrounding the house, their eyes mirroring her own blank, but dark stare, though it turned kind when they saw her or her family. They never hurt her family or her. They were family too. A child fled into the woods, and was returned safely a week later, smiling, and with a promise to return. Their father, however, who had gone looking for the child, running and screaming, was not. Take warning.

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Mythpunk

Mythpunk- Old gods and ancient dieties, faceless spirits and magical creatures. All creatures are darker, no longer kind, dark magic and white eyes, demons in the woods and rituals in the dark, witches serve themselves and gain favor from what they worhsip, the old gods have become grim and silent, elves now wage war, the seelie court has merged with the unseelie court, cryptids have left from hiding, war paint in intricate and ancient symbols, form gowns and dresses, kingdoms now close their gates, but all are allied with eachother, nymphs have become as twisted as their branches, and the flower nymphs that survive death are ghoulish, while water nymohs seek revenge. Old castles, villages, magic forests, dark fantasy, medieval and Salem mixed with Roman and Greek and Celtic, all merged or separate. Gowns, ballgowns, ruffles and ribbons, all dark or torn, tarnished crown, loose hair and intricate styles, dark makeup and sad eyes, tunics and togas, intricate and bloodied, cloaks and bedtime stories, don't go into the woods. Ancient myths have come back to life, and the old gods are watching.

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Bronzepunk- Think steampunk and teslapunk mixed together, but everything is built on a bronze empire, mechanical dragons and beasts, bronze Armour, mechanical bronze animals used as messengers or war machines, transportation is a series of bronze built air machines or walkways connecting everything. Big cities and Grey clouds, clockpunk elements as well. The era is more so towards steampunk in style, but inspired by the Greeks and Romans.

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Stonepunk

Stonepunk- During the stone age, but there's armor, advanced civilizations, dinosaurs are used as weapons of war or transportation, the dinosaurs also have armor, tribal tattoos, tattoos, magic based, old civilization gods, territorial characters. Outfits are furs, tunics, leather, and cloth either mixed together or seperate, but always in the form of stoneage outfits, they wear armor on the shoulder,legsand stomach, metal crowns, spears, arrows, knives, head dresses, war paint, feathers. Colors are generally brown, black, red, tan, orange, and accents of other colors, but only as accents.

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Plaguepunk

Plaguepunk- Everything is based off of the renaissance, with outfits and everything, but it's a more dangerous world, with more plague masks or masks, and it can be applied to any other punk, since it's meant to be that punk, but with added renaissance elements.

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Nanopunk

Nanopunk- Biopunk mixed with teslapunk, but in this generation, and everything runs on nanotechnology, which is different dimensions, and technology based on atoms and molecules. Think modernized ninja outfits made of leather and metal, with mechanical accessories, masks and weapons, mechanical implants into the body such as mechanical fingers, mechanical heart, your veins glow, your eyes glow. Cyborgs and robots, corruption, robot armies, rebels, corrupt government, piercings. Colors are black, Grey, white, with some blue and red and green.

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Biopunk (Warning! Body Horror)

Biopunk- Science fiction mixed with real life, genetic experiments such as cloning, making lowkey cyborgs, making real people into monsters, making monsters, changing the limbs, replacing the body, everything is dystopian and plants are carnivorous, animals are more dangerous, bigger and stronger, white eyes, mainly technology, Grey skies. Making humanoid robots. Outfits are hazmat suits, leather with mechanical elements, mechanical suits and gas masks or goggles. Colors are faded greens and reds, silver, Grey, brown, and yellow.