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Solid Color-s Sock Pack ~ In the store now!

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Nervous tic/habit: Always rolls wrist to pop it and fingers in every way possible.

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"I uh.. Actually got kicked out of vocal music in highschool. The choir director said I might be better suited to band. So uh.. Pretty bad."

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The Lost Patrol, Kevin Peterson

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Ask muse how good they are at..

💋 - kissing 👼 - babysitting 🍛 - cooking 💃 - dancing 🎭 - acting/performing arts 🍻 - tolerating alcohol 😠 - managing with their temper 📝- planning and following their plan 🎤- singing 🙊 - keeping secrets 🌷- taking care of plants/pets 😈 - manipulating with others 🏊 - swimming 😂 - telling jokes 📰 - keeping track of world news 📚 - worlds history knowledge ⌚- keeping track of time 💪 - staying fit 😏 - lying 🚗 - driving a car 👗 - dressing with style 🔮 - magic 🔪 - melee weapons 🔫 - ranged weapons 💞 - expressing their feelings 😓 - acknowledging mistakes 🎺 - playing an instrument 🎁 - making gifts ✊ - keeping promises

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Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

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Turn ons & Turn offs: LET'S GET DETAILED

send me a ● for a turn-on,

send me a ○ for a turn-off,

send me a ◑ for a GUILTY turn-on,

send me a ◐ for something that’s only a turn on if CERTAIN people were to do it or only on CERTAIN occasions.

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Pssttt, I’m bored. Send my muse anons about anything you’ve ever wondered about them or the people in their life.

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Once again Bram was glad for the cover of the night as he turned bright red upon finding out he was actually in the company of his neighbor. He could feel the tips of his ears burning from the embarrassment of the situation but nonetheless tried to play it cool. “Uh yeah, that’s me. It’s nice to formally meet you, I really should have gone around when I first moved it but uh.. you know. You tell yourself you’ll do it later and then its three months later and you get lost and your neighbor finds you and you don’t even know who he is.”  he said extending a hand and going on and on nervously. He cleared his throat, “I’m Bram by the way. Bram Vos.”

He cast a sideways glance at the gentleman as they walked along. He’d heard this man sing before, quite loudly actually. Not that he especially minded since he usually had headphones on while he was at home but he had honestly imagined him a little differently. From what he could tell so far he seemed like a genuinely pleasant person. He hoped that the man hadn’t been bothered too much by the amount of noise he made on a daily basis, carrying his bike up and down clumsily knocking it against the walls of the hallways every so often at strange hours. “So, uh.. what do you do?” he asked trying to keep up some semblance of a conversation albeit a pretty stiff and awkward one. “Like, uh.. for a job.” Bram clarified shivering a bit and pulling up his water logged shorts again. He really should have dressed a little better for the weather.

Midnight Bike Ride

“It’s…uh…Pineapple is…” Jack pondered directions for a few moments before the thought struck him. He lived in the Pineapple complex now! Of course he should know how to get there. 

“Pineapple, you must be in ‘B’, right?” Jack nearly had to shout over the rain it was coming down so hard, though he couldn’t seem to be bothered. “I’m right below you in ‘C’.” If it wasn’t so dark Jack’s embarrassment could be clearly visible, having just figured out this stranger probably heard him singing in the shower.

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Bram was thankful for the darkness the night provided as he felt himself grow hot and blush a bit. He nervously rolled his wrist causing a series of loud cracks and pops. “Uhh, I don’t know if I would say I was lost so much as a bit turned around.” he said stiffly. He ran his hand through his hair shaking out some of the moisture. “I’d appreciate it if you would point me in the direction of the Pineapple town homes.” as he asked he realized the man that had become his savior in the night looked vaguely familiar. Like maybe he had seen him before, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it though.

Bram pulled his waterlogged shorts up awkwardly as his tried to balance his bicycle and helmet at the same time. “Do I know you from somewhere?” he finally asked after wracking his brain trying to figure out where he had seen this man before. He had no idea what his name was but he recognized him by appearance. There weren’t very many possibilities in regards to where he might have seen the man before as Bram honestly rarely left his home aside from bike rides, grocery shopping, and the occasional trip to find a fancy coffee drink. In the back of his mind all he was hoping was that he wasn’t his next door neighbor or anything, that would be way too embarrassing. He would have to admit that after three months on the island he still didn’t know his neighbor’s name.

Midnight Bike Ride

His legs ached but despite the shooting pain he kept on pumping. He’d been riding for a long time, a little over two hours and he was hopelessly lost. Bram slowed his pace and glanced at his watch illuminating it’s face with a press of a button, it was a tick past midnight and he had no idea where he was on the island. He slowed down further to just above a crawl and slowly moved his head from side to side, the headlamp strapped to his helmet illuminating his surroundings just barely. Carefully he wiped one hand across his face to wipe away some rain and used the other to keep his balance on the slick rain covered road. “Fuck.” He said to himself realizing that despite how much he glanced around he was unable to pick out any distinguishable features. Carefully he dismounted bike and walked along side it. He’d been here a little only three months now and had yet to really learn his way around the island, not that any amount of time would really help. He was helplessly directionally challenged although he would never admit it.

He was a little shaky as he walked, he’d been riding for a lot longer and a lot harder than he has planned. He had really gotten himself into a predicament here, helplessly he glanced at his watch cursing himself for not bringing his cellphone, not that he had any contacts on the island but at the very least the gps might come in handy. Bram came to a complete stop at a crossroads. He removed his helmet and balanced it on the handles of his bike leaning the whole thing against his side as he ran both hands through his sweat and rain soaked hair. It was so quick he’d almost missed it, a light in the dark. It looked like maybe a cellphone screen, maybe someone else was out here. Frantically he began waving his long arms over his head and shouting. “Hey! Hey! Over here! I’m a little lost!” He yelled out as loudly as he could trying to make himself heard over the rain. Surely he was quite the sight to behold, tall and not dressed for the weather in khaki shorts, a red sweater over a dark gray collared shirt, cycling cleats and calf high socks patterned with little ufos, all that and drenched to the bone.

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Midnight Bike Ride

His legs ached but despite the shooting pain he kept on pumping. He’d been riding for a long time, a little over two hours and he was hopelessly lost. Bram slowed his pace and glanced at his watch illuminating it’s face with a press of a button, it was a tick past midnight and he had no idea where he was on the island. He slowed down further to just above a crawl and slowly moved his head from side to side, the headlamp strapped to his helmet illuminating his surroundings just barely. Carefully he wiped one hand across his face to wipe away some rain and used the other to keep his balance on the slick rain covered road. “Fuck.” He said to himself realizing that despite how much he glanced around he was unable to pick out any distinguishable features. Carefully he dismounted bike and walked along side it. He'd been here a little only three months now and had yet to really learn his way around the island, not that any amount of time would really help. He was helplessly directionally challenged although he would never admit it.

He was a little shaky as he walked, he'd been riding for a lot longer and a lot harder than he has planned. He had really gotten himself into a predicament here, helplessly he glanced at his watch cursing himself for not bringing his cellphone, not that he had any contacts on the island but at the very least the gps might come in handy. Bram came to a complete stop at a crossroads. He removed his helmet and balanced it on the handles of his bike leaning the whole thing against his side as he ran both hands through his sweat and rain soaked hair. It was so quick he'd almost missed it, a light in the dark. It looked like maybe a cellphone screen, maybe someone else was out here. Frantically he began waving his long arms over his head and shouting. "Hey! Hey! Over here! I'm a little lost!" He yelled out as loudly as he could trying to make himself heard over the rain. Surely he was quite the sight to behold, tall and not dressed for the weather in khaki shorts, a red sweater over a dark gray collared shirt, cycling cleats and calf high socks patterned with little ufos, all that and drenched to the bone.

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Pella, Iowa Population: 10,352

“Pella was founded in 1847 when 800 Dutch immigrants led by Dominee Hendrik (Henry) and settled the area. The name “Pella” is a reference to Pella in the Perea, where the Christians of Jerusalem had found refuge during the Roman-Jewish war of 70; the name was selected because the Dominee and the rest were also seeking religious freedom. It was the childhood home of Wyatt Earp, whose father Nicholas Porter Earp had settled on a farm near Pella. His brothers Warren and Morgan were born in Pella.”

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A man finds a handmade wooden box with hinges, a handle and locks. Upon opening the box, he finds some strange letters and illustrations. The person who originally owned this box seemed to be into UFOs, Science, Maps and Biblical Prophecies–which is an odd combination. Here are some of the things found within the box.

This drawing that dates back to 1939.

Numerous illustrations and letters about Extraterestrial encounters.

The original owner had a fascination with these strange winged-humanoid creatures as well. 

SOURCE

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Mermaid internet

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