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10/16/18 Part 2 in things I have great interest in and why!

Hey, I know it’s almost been a whole twenty four hours and you must be exhausted. Well now’s the time to slow down, lay down, put away the work clothes, and read as someone else talks about the things that they like for their own catharsis as carbon monoxide slowly kills them at their keyboard. 

So, my love of fantasy didn’t just stop with science fiction, I delved into high fantasy and urban fantasy’s of all sorts (mostly mainstream one’s because I’m too afraid to think for myself). A series that really entangled me within its vines of vivid fiction was the urban fantasy series Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Now a little background, be me, a 250 pound kid with a love for the supernatural and divine, sixth grade English and we have to make a cereal box project on a book we had to read within an allotted time. I had chosen Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters, the second book in the series. I chose this because the movie based off the first book had come out relatively recently and I caught glimpses of the plot and thought it would be too easy to make a report on a book that had a (and I use this word lightly) movie to it’s name. I started off lost but I grew to love it. It was one of the first books that really got me to imagine how these characters looked like in my head, even if I was missing an important plot detail or two from the last book the fact that I was able to jump in and still understand it all was incredible. I did my report, was thoroughly convinced Poseidon was the best god of the Greek variety, and went on to get the first book, the pair of which now stood out among my Pokemon Adventure and Mege Man Megamix manga I had collected since the third grade. It was a good thing that I broke out of that barrier where I was intimidated to start new series and get accommodated to new characters and dynamics because if not I wouldn’t grow to appreciate all the hard work and effort put into varying one’s writing. The series treated me well, I was practically the Greek God expert in my class and my English scores skyrocketed as a result of my mom introducing me to new more mature books (mature relative to content and not tone). I read Shadow Hunters, and other slightly horror themed novels my mom lent me. In a way, Percy Jackson was like a gateway drug into the pantheon of books that exist, a gateway drug without the whole government lies and death thing. It was in this series and the Heroes of Olympus series after it that I was exposed to the harsh truth that there are more parents out there than we realize that are terrible to their children and family can be complicated and difficult to deal with. These characters were kids, growing just like me in a world that had yet to show them all it held. I had real friends who had terrible familial issues who I empathized with all that little bit better. The last novel in the Heroes of Olympus series, The Blood of Olympus, left me in awe and excitement most of my read, by the end it also left me with a feeling of finality. This was it, this series I waited for, the book I got the weekend it came out, it was over. I finished the series near the tail end of my eighth grade year, and while I couldn’t be a kid at camp Half-Blood or a warrior at Camp Jupiter, I knew that I would have my own stories to tell as I entered another chapter of my life. The book was closing, and I finished reading. Some things just leave you thinking and realizing that as you type this a series of books paid for by Disney about literal divine bastards touched you so deep. 

Also I got a girl I liked a Percy Jackson book she really wanted and she hugged me for the first time and that felt good. Just an example of how it still effected me two years after it was over. Thank you Rick Riordan, and thanks Camp Half-Blood, the summers there were unforgettable. 

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GOD I AM NOT CONSISTENT! 10/15/18

Hello everyone who didn’t miss me for I AM BACK! 

Sorry for that short break but there are times where everything just seems to pile up on me like college applications and creative writing. In fact, let’s get into that tonight! Tonight I would love to discuss the art of creative writing and being able to entertain and engross hundreds upon thousands with your work! From the spooky tales of terror to special space adventures starring spectacular heroes of all background! Hey, maybe even just a small thing here and there that I like and personally affected me. This one shall specifically be Star Wars related!

First things first, the first thing I was ever a fan of, the amazing space adventure known as STAR WARS! Star Wars was in the ending of it’s prequel trilogy when I was super small and I loved every bit of that messy CG laden movie series! The original were introduced to me by my mother when I was around three or four and seeing all the Star Wars content that flooded the atmosphere of the entire Earth around that time, how could I not be drawn in. I remember every trip to the library would end with me carrying yet another Star Wars encyclopedia or lore book home with me to more or less just stare at all the technology and star ships. I loved the Lego Star Wars video games more than anything else as a kid, the first video game I ever bought with my own money was Lego Star Wars The Complete Saga on Xbox 360 back around 2008 when I was seven or so and my mom won an Xbox 360 from her work. I still have that game to this very day and it means a lot to me. I couldn’t help but notice the lack of Luke Skywalker toys on our little trips to Target to get house supplies and would get mad at the mustached menace that was Biggs crowding the figure section. I was ecstatic to get the Lego Star Wars Encyclopedia with the special Luke Skywalker Lego mini figure that I still have somewhere in pieces that fit right along with the classic Lego Star Wars pieces that my Tia had given me when I was young from when she was young. When the Clone Wars 3D animated series hit I made sure to never miss an episode with my favorite Obi Wan Kenobi figure in hand as I sat in front of that giant rounded screen that would occasionally turn black and white. Seeing Star Wars The Force Unleashed was an astonishing experience as I admired every graphical detail of it and it’s sequel where I was impressed with the idea of DUEL WIELDING! When The Force Awakens was coming out I was in ninth grade and I felt ready for Star Wars to change like how I was with my rapid weight loss and changing identity, I was wrapped into these new and interesting characters, the new settings and interesting fact that the protagonist was to be a former storm trooper. It revitalized my interest with the series in a new and colorful way that felt fun all over again. I convinced my sister to get me a copy of Star Wars Battlefront on PS4 because I used to play the originals so much on PS2. I spent HOURS at a time jumping from match to match just so I can continue to stare at the most life-like visuals I’d ever seen and THOSE BEAUTIFUL RODIAN EYES! If I was hyped for The Force Awakens, I was OFF MY ROCKER for The Last Jedi. I WAS SO EXCITED! The Last Jedi when I was waiting for it seemed like it would be the culmination of all my growing nerd hype for a year. Sure Rogue One satiated me for a short while but The Last Jedi was gonna be the big one! AND I WAS NOT DISAPPOINTED! I thought The Last Jedi was the best Star Wars movie out there, comparable to The Empire Strikes Back. I loved how the entire movie was a metaphor for old Star Wars transitioning to a new form that can be whatever it can be and shouldn’t have to adhere to traditions that the predecessors had built. I shed a tear during that movie and was surprised to see its rejection from the Star Wars fan base. To this day I haven’t touched Star Wars Battlefront 2 and I haven’t seen Solo because I’m waiting for a Netflix release but I know that through these bumps in the road in terms of game and spin-off film It’ll have a lasting legacy that has followed me throughout my life.  

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My Semi-Daily Blog 9/26/18

“Today is the day to talk about something near and dear to my heart as of recent and that has been the manga and anime series “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure.” Through it’s use of color, character, and upright confusing at times creativity I had discovered something new about myself. This series made me feel a type of passion and fanaticism over something that I hadn’t felt since I was a child watching “Star Wars.” 

Some context, throughout my life I’ve had somewhat of an identity crisis. I was always seeking the best way to look casual and be able to blend into a crowd. For the longest time I didn’t believe that I was worth enough to try and stand out more than I had to. But in my junior year of High school I was scrolling through Hulu and saw “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure” in my recommended list, my friends had talked about it a year back so I decided it couldn’t be that bad for someone who isn’t into anime. Looking at the first episode along showed me something that I had missed so much in my TV shows, color! The colors of the show were immediately eye-catching, the blue hair of Johnathan and Zeppeli’s  clothes stood out so much to me. Going even further into the series I was blown away by part 3′s colorful stands and part 4′s unique yellow sky’s and pink drama! Those colors seemingly triggered something in me, I started wearing more clothes that I was afraid to wear. Originally I was scared to stand out so I wore black and dark shirts but now I find myself in bright oranges, light green shoes, and a bright pink backpack to boot. 

Next came the character, the character of the series itself. It was one of the Shonen Manga that had created the genre and where many would be based off of but they all lost some of the creativity in following. Jojo jumps between time periods and world geography to show the adventures of each respective Jojo whether it be the fate of the world or the the mystery hidden in a small town. The ability to vary so heavily in protagonist and setting while still making it feel fresh and its own is something not all can achieve. The sheer tonal differences can leave one wondering if it’s even the same series at times. One great example is the contrast between parts 3,4, and 5. Part 3 has our protagonists travel from Japan to Egypt in order to stop a great evil which has recently re-awoken to terrorize the world in an amazing globe trotting adventure. Part 4 takes a mile back to focus on a mystery in a small town and the bond between friends and learning to grow stronger with teamwork in the face of hidden danger. Part 5 is a tale about a gang in Italy who through their own personal struggles come to face their leader in the name of the greater good to make sure that other children don’t have to grow the way they had to. Having such different characters and arcs while still maintaining a high level of quality is astounding. This wondrous aura surrounds the series that can only be described as “Stunning.” 

Finally, the confusing creativity that wraps the series up in this tightly woven, iconic, and constantly evolving style. Looking at how the series began and comparing it to the series now it’s almost unrecognizable. The typical and genre defining part 1 of Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure borrows heavily from typical tales of good versus evil in an epic battle, but by part 7 of the series the lines are so blurred and the characters so defined yet so mysterious in their alignment is part of the appeal itself. The introduction of Stands in the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure series is integral to some of it’s greatest strengths. Stands started off with seemingly basic abilities and an overall “Buff Dude!” design with stands like Star Platinum and Magicians Red but get more and more varied as the series continues. Each stand being a representation of the characters fighting spirit leads to a plethora of unique and varied designs that draw from each other, from the more humanoid stands like Crazy Diamond and The World to the straight up abstract like Bohemian Rhapsody and Skye High, the former of which isn’t even bound to a single visible form or design. The powers they posses such as drawing meteorites towards themselves and erasing time in intervals leads to such amazing and interesting battles between these beings. Powers like The Spin also bring an interesting tide to battle with it’s mysterious and seemingly endless possibilities. These are not battles of brute strength but battles of wit and ability. Many battles can comically be explained as “You’ve outsmarted my outsmarting! But too bad for you because I was 50 steps ahead!” It knows how to reach into you like the stand Osiris and hold you until the end. 

In conclusion, I’m a nerd who really likes Jojo and I didn’t get to talk about my favorite stand Killer Queen and it’s alternate ability BITES ZA DUSTO! AND ALSO FOR THOSE WHO DON’T UNDERSTAND KING CRIMSON’S POWERS, THEY WORK LIKE THIS! IMAGINE THAT YO------------------------ AND THAT’S HOW IT WORKS, GOODNIGHT AND GOOD REST!

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My D&D Post 9/25/18

Something I was introduced to by my favorite teacher in ninth grade and has stuck with me since has been tabletop RPG’s. Starting with Tiny Dungeon I learnt important factors in creative writing, planning, and improvisation. The ability to play a good game of D&D can be a major inspiration in storytelling. I’ve learnt a whole lot and I’d like to briefly recount our latest campaign. 

A lush green landscape filled with flowers and forest as far as the eye could see. The shadowed outlines of city’s and villages peppered the distance as they slowly lowered to the lemonade and gold horizon. Creatures of all different colors, cults, and creeds had all gathered together for one solitary cause, lining up as far as they could from the beauty behind them. The oranges of the rising sun only seemed to get closer, and closer, and OH GODS IT’S ON FIRE! 

The Great Volcano had been leaking for day’s, no one could ever know why this mountain laying dormant for thousands of years was soon to erupt. The local mages hired by the regional kings all had the same results from their research ,it was soon to blow. The entire region engulfed in flame didn’t seem to appealing so multiple kingdoms had devised emergency evacuations for their thousands of citizens, and it just so happened that a group of travelers met under hot circumstances would attend this evacuation. 

“TICKET NUMBER ‘22104!’ PLEASE COME TOWARD THE GONDOLA!” This was the common noise as thousands would pass through the gates just to wait for the same gondola to travel back and forth into the region across the Great Divider Canyon. Many banded into groups of family, guild, clan or covenant, and the odd few would be in their band of traveling adventurers. The band we follow could be considered adventures if they’d actually get to adventuring every once in a while. 

Near the middle point of this mile and a half long line leading to a giant stone arch before the Great Divider Canyon. In an odd group consisting of: a druid, a half-ling wizard, an orc monk, a human thief, a ranger dwarf, and an elf cleric. This unlikely band of beatniks all had their reasons for being in this land, whether it be their home, for training, for education, it was all about to disappear within such a short amount of time. The dwarf ranger Michael, had already whittled his last log an hour ago and began getting impatient, fingering his ticket in his pocket until it turned soft. . 

“Hey mister!” A young and squeaky voice caught Michael’s attention through the inches and inches of scruffy beard that covered his head. “Huh? What is it kid?” The little boy came into his sight, a small human who couldn’t have been older than five had appeared before him with ragged clothes and dirty blonde hair that looked almost brown with. The child’s eyes would water and he went to embrace Michael, holding him as tight as possible. “Hey kid, it’ll be alright, what’s wrong?” The child would sputter “I lost my parents! I can’t find them!” “It’ll be alright, we’ll find ‘em.” Then a call would arrive from the distance but clearly audible to any who’d have their ears out. “Oh has anyone seen my lad?!” 

The child quickly let go and ran toward the voice beckoning to them. “Huh, that was fast.” Michael would go back inside his pocket only to find it empty, let the heart attack begin. “HEY GET BACK HERE YOU SNEAKY..!” Seeing a dwarf sprint out of place caught the attention of all surrounding as Michael lost sight of the child. The wizard in a blue robe and of green hair would appear besides Michael in a worried rush. “What happened?!” “Look, don’t kill me, buuuuuut, a kid stole our tickets, but don’t wo-” He was suddenly cut off by an almost firework-esc flash of red and orange in Tyler’s rage. “YOU SCREW UP!” “I said don’t worry! I’ll get em!” 

Moving back to their place in line we see Corval the Orc in her meditative stance waiting in line, undisturbed and untouched by the world around her. Alejandro the druid was napping on Corval’s shoulder as a cat, bright brown and green in it’s coat clashing with Corval’s green grey skin. Tyler soon interrupted this, breaking Corval’s stance and Alejandro’s sleep. “Where’s Emmanuel?!” Tyler asked in a fit. “The cleric had to use the can, some man o’ god, you’d think their deity would bless them with an infinite bladder.” Corval would say in a frustrated slur looking to return to her stance. “Michael got our tickets stolen!” Tyler said as quickly as possible. “CAN YOU STOP SAYING THAT?!” Michael said, grabbing his bow. “We have to get them back, and I think I have an idea...” 

Hey, this is just the beginning of the campaign, if you’ve read this far I’d like to thank you. This is just the start so there’s definitely more to come! Hope I could entertain a person or two!    

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DOUBLE POST BECAUSE I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAY!

Saturday September 22nd 2018! My first time ever at Universal Studios Hollywood Horror Nights! It was a very exciting day, I had ran 10 miles the moment I woke up and in my tired stupor I ordered the tickets for me and my associates to participate. To begin, when entering City Walk I had a fun time walking around and enjoying all of the sights I like to remember. I got a small bowl of rice and curry and let me tell you this, it was not the best you can have, and I think that would set up the theme for the rest of the night, good but not the best. Just as the curry sauce left a bitter taste that some could not swallow, a bitter feeling was set upon me that night. 

Being there was the culmination of an approximate year of planning and spontaneity. My partner had been anticipating this for a while and always seems to have a specific idea of how things should go. Almost as if they have a pre-recorded memory of how things “should” be going and for every little detail that changes they get upset. It had started with the beginning when we had entered into the park and had actually entered Universal Studios. Planning for this trip they had only one thing they would tell me, that we had to see the dance group preform. They said how they had waited years to see them and they even got excited seeing the posters displayed throughout the park, that sure lasted for 5 minutes. After that it seemed as if I was talking to someone different at times. 

Going further into context, we had invited two other people besides us. Alongside us were their friend and a boy new to our sports team, they were both really cool and excited to be coming. I think my partner was possibly using them as an excuse to make sure that things went their way. If I were to do something that they didn’t like, it suddenly wasn’t just an accident or mistake, it was now apparently ruining someone else’s time now as well. Of course having brick on top of brick of guilt over the slightest things didn’t feel to goof but it didn’t exactly clear. 

When we had reached the lower lot of the park my partner was suddenly itching to go on the terror tram. They treated it like the sole reason to ever come here, not for the friends or laughs, but for the tram. Seeing as the tram wasn’t open yet we had decided to go to the Stranger Things maze, probably not the best idea. The line moved fast at first glance with a constant stream of people exiting the attraction but of course we came at the magic hour, congestion for the attraction swelled as we got in line. Hundreds now surrounded us, all waiting to get their turn through the maze after what seemed like a line that could span the entire lower lot. In line my partner kept a less than sunny disposition, looking as if standing in the line alone was the horror. Entertainment came in the way of naked Thanos pictures being airdropped to everyone in line among other lewd or disturbing images. 

Reaching the front of the line and finally being able to enter had my partner stick to my arm opposite of any of the demogorgon spooks. They tried their best as to not get scared, keep this in mind, tried their best to avoid all scares. Exiting the attraction after the wait brought both catharsis and slight disappointment due solely to the time we had to wait. After going though Transformers, twice, and The Mummy, we had a choice to make. To see the dance group, or wait a whole hour and a half for the terror tram. We ultimately saw the show only for my partner to say that they were disappointing and keep a frustrated look on their face for the rest of the night. I personally thought the performance was great and so did the others but she definitely was not having it. Not going on the terror tram was treated as if someone had suddenly stolen the earlier good times from them. 

Walking back around to the front of the park we were greeted by the folks in masks carrying chainsaws that would get a little too close for comfort. I would try my best to look stoic in the face of these masked makers of mischief and we would occasionally go into stores to avoid them. My partner was not happy with this, as they put “I came here to get scared, stop avoiding it all!” Just as quickly as they said they they had refused to go back out even with the assurance that they would not be alone. Avoiding every spook that could have possibly given them what they wanted. Walking back to exit the studios had us exit the gates of the park around 11:00 at night. 

My partner once again found issue in this and took it to the highest degree. Despite having been in the park for nearly nine hours it apparently was still not enough. “I came here expecting to leave at 2:00 AM” Those were the words that would keep being fed to me for the next couple of hours. The last time my partner came was with another, they had went on the terror tram and I knew that they had just wanted to relive that moment they had with someone else. To forget what I was as to remember a time I hope was better for them because they treated it like it was worth more than everyone else in the park. Going back to citywalk I wanted to apologize for the whole “My night is ruined” thing, so I went and got them a dark chocolate candied apple. Near the water streams I tried giving it to them only for them to say coldly “Do you want me to get diabetes?” They treated it as if I had directly disrespected them. They refused to even look at it. 

They would go to tell me as we sat at the stairs simply trying to kill time that they had practically done nothing and that their night was tainted by my hesitation to go on the tram when I knew they wanted to see the dance group and would have felt terrible if they left before seeing them. I only wanted to give them a fun time but they were not willing to look past the terror tram. For them I had ruined the night, that despite every action I took to show them I cared and wanted them to enjoy themselves but they simply would not see it, I felt terrible, they truly made me feel that I ruined their night, that I am the reason they are not happy. This isn’t the first time, but this was the first time I could put it into words and really define what it was. 

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First Simple Short Story Part 1

Hey, I don’t really use Tumblr but I’ve decided that it’s very important to start writing everyday and do as much as I can to further my ability to creatively output. 

So, for my first story I would like to write about a short idea that I’ve had for a while that may seem “Self-insert-esc” for lack of better words due to it being about a runner and me being a runner myself. 

The bright yellows of the horizon clashed with the violent indigo of the ever darkening sky. Shoes: tight, shirt: wet, shorts: smelly, the signs of any good run were present. The dark silhouette of a girl who couldn’t be taller than five foot one would come through the gates, first to greet the track on the run back from the dam two miles away. Hair falling loose from her crude ponytail and the now dark blond strands of her brown hair ever slightly bleached by exposure to the devils nightlight that is the SoCal sun. 

Another set of shoes grazed past the charcoal of the school’s back entrance to meet hers. The neon cyan and purple jogging their way slowly to the bench’s on the left side of the track where the same chrome seats mirrored the opposite plain. The orange track in the middle was a stand out among the green of the AstroTurf. 

Once Kathy’s sea green shorts rested upon the chrome the inevitable would occur, the garble of words that would shoot from Andy’s mouth in an attempt to penetrate Kathy’s ears to reach her attention in this time honored ignorance. “S-s0, d1d y0u h3ar ab0ut 7h3 n3w g15lf513nd my br07h3r h4s sh3′5 h07!1!” It would sound almost as if it were a different language through her ears but disinterest is defiantly is the strongest language barrier. 

“Yes, Andy, I’ve heard, in fact I know this isn’t the first time I’ve heard.” Tilting her head toward the dim screen that her mile times were recorded upon. Having run 10 miles in nearly an hour flat isn’t too shabby.. “Look Andy, do you need a ride like everyday or not?”, “1f y0u c0ul9 pl3653?”, “Just get your stuff, my mom’ll be here any minute.”, “4nd y0u’r3 n0t g01ng t0 w41t f0r 7h3 r35t 0f th3 t3am?”, “Coach know’s that I stretch when I’m at home, you better though.” 

Those last words before the familiar digital chime and blue bubble invaded her screen telling her it was time to go. And time to go it was, picking up the bright pink backpack and blue sports satchel to her side and striding her way to the parking lot adjacent to the track with any trying his best to move his legs in a way that would put him ahead while convincing himself he wasn’t trying as hard as he was to keep up. 

One short car ride with a bumbling hormonal boy later and the moment he got off felt almost euphoric. Looking at all the cars colored every square of the scale would eventually grow repetitive enough to have her try something new, gasp, human communication! Turning her head to look at the woman with a mop of black curly hair commanding the vehicle like a chariot, or at least you'd guess with the way she stared at the black and yellow road ahead of them.” So, how was your day, mom?”, with eyes unchanging at this ancient key to open conversation “Fine enough, nothing really ever happens.” Silence would follow as the sun set upon their faces obscuring Kathy’s sight making everything in comparison ever so dim. Slowing down to turn the street to their humble abode was the same every time, the gas station burger place combo to their left, the homeless man attempting to climb the wall restricting him from the forbidden land of storage units to their right. Home. 

Walking outside of the car was as if the lid of a steam cooker had just risen and the ensuing smell was better than asparagus depending on who you are. Not even four seconds after touching down on the concrete steps leading to her door there again was that familiar jingle and she stopped in front of the oak door to the black house “Heeeeey! Just so u know there is practice tomorrow on the street in front of the canyon! It’s at 7:30 PM, so be there if you don’t hate everyone and running, bye!” The blue bubble would go to summarize the problems with Bori’s expectations. There was nothing Bori would love more than to pin some type of issue to someone in order to read them like books, but rarely was she ever a quarter the way to being right. Mix all of this and we have the makings of a perfectly frustrating run set up all for little Kathy to be reluctent going too, yay! 

END OF CURRENT SECTION, SAY ANYTHING, I JUST HAVE FUN WRITING THIS! THANK YOU.       

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Disney: We’d like to get your permission to have Bowser cameo in this scene of our new video game movie

Nintendo: Sure but only if he holds his coffee cup in this specific way, we cannot have him be out of character

Ubisoft: Yo can Luigi dab in our game

Nintendo: Absolutely

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                                   A HIDEO KOJIMA GAME

                 Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of the Patriots

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More please

Knuckles the Echidna schools Amy Rose about feminism.

This fucking show is amazing.

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This is too much for me to handle.

@themightymightybosstones Your wish has been granted against my better judgment 

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When 2 houses in your neighborhood burn down on 4th of July

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Lonely Boyzzz

I may be lonely boyz once again this year but at least I saw Lego Batman. Kinda surprised the movie had Richard(Dick) jokes.

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Yet another year.

Let's see if, once again, I'll be lonelyboiz.png this year for valentines. (Spoiler warning: 9/10 chance probability of me being lonely)

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Color a Creech @pan-pizza

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I really don’t know what to post.

I guess I should finally start using my Tumblr account, just one squid in an endless ocean of whatever.