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So I found out there was a Ducktales Les Miserables

http://duckcomicsrevue.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-missing-candelabra.html

In Wasteland:

CAN WE PLEASE HAVE CROW JAVERT? Please? Pleassssssssssse? Javert is my favorite Les Mis character, and this crow version of him is no exception!

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((did some prompts for Panchito to get a feel for him.I got way too into the last one sorry))

Prompt One: Joy. Your character is doing something they enjoy greatly and is clearly pleased.

 Retiring from his wild vaquero days and danger lurking around every corner life, Panchito Pistoles lived off a couple acres of land, watching his cows lazily swish their tails back and forth, chewing on grass. Panchito took a sip of soda, before going back to tuning his acoustic guitar. Finally, after tweaking a few strings, he let out a content sigh, playing a few notes from old songs he loved, eyes slipping shut, letting his muscle memory work their magic. Not quite the same, but when was the last time he picked up a guitar and played more than a few songs all the way through like he had in his youth?

 Prompt Three: Anger. Your character is in so much rage! They are doing whatever they can to left off some steam.

 Panchito held his head in his hands, body visibly shaking. No, he was not crying, he was…

 “Ay, pero si no me hace enojar ese pin…” Panchito cut himself short. He let out a breath and took a deep breath in.  His hands fisted at his sides, even as he walked out of his home and walked the trail leading to the horse stalls. The smell of hay and the color brown hit his nostrils and he hesitantly welcomed them. He walked straight towards Señor Martinez’s stall. He whistles and catches his loyal steed’s attention.

 “Mira compa, a hoy no estoy en buen humor. Let’s take a ride, for old time’s sake.” Panchito says as he picks up Señor Martinez’s old worn leather saddle. He gripped it tighter than he’d like to admit, and walks back toward Señor Martinez.

 “So, what do you say?”

 Señor Martinez whined, stomping his hooves on the dirt floor in agreement.

 They did not come home until later that night, Panchito still riding off the adrenaline from riding Señor Martinez as if he were being chased, anger much forgotten by the time he went to bed as the sun rose up to the sky.

  Prompt Five: Sadness. Your character is crying if they are able to. They have seen or remembered something terribly depressing and can't contain their emotions.

 Panchito was never one to really share his feelings. Call it machismo or whatever, but he’d much rather worry for others than worry about himself.

 Hm. Not correct. Panchito was truly an open book. He just did not like sharing the extent of it.

 Which is why he is kneeling alone in the living room of his family, crocodile tears pouring out from his eyes without a sign of stopping anytime soon, begging for forgiveness from his father.

 Panchito admits he’s not perfect. He never was, not once. He’s made terrible decisions that he sometimes could not get out without a few scratches here and there.

 “Perdoname…” He sobs to his father. “No pude ser el hijo que quisiste, apá” Panchito clutched his worn sombrero to his chest.

 He truly was sorry. He was, how you say, a loose cannon, when he was younger, before he met Jose and Donald. Before his rise to stardom in Disney’s company. He would go off and actively search for danger, pick fights near bars, for the sake of feeling alive, or in control, or whatever bull doodoo idea was locked in Panchito’s brain. His parents worried. He packed his things at 18, but not before a slap to the face by his mother and frown from his father.

 “You’re welcome to come home when you drop this sort of behavior, eh?” His father said before Panchito rode off into the sunset with an equally young Señor Martinez.

 His apology to his folks and younger siblings was most of his salary from his work on The Three Caballeros. The first time he sent his paycheck to his family, he gave more than half to his family, telling them to start building a bigger house wherever his mother pleased. It was sent back to him a couple weeks after, with a message inside it in his mother’s handwriting.

 Ven a entregar el dinero tú mismo. No te hagas cabron, querido.

 Panchito was overwhelmed by the open arms and hero’s welcome he received when he went back home. His mother cried and cried, kissing and stroking his face, his sisters nearing his own age before he left. Panchito kissed and hugged them back mumbling his apologies, eyes searching for his father. He finally met his eyes.

 It was such a shame that it had to be his father’s photo on an altar in the living room, surrounded by velas de los santos, a small statue of La Virgencita and slightly wilted flowers.

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((Test))

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I needed some good music while i sip my coffee

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firsts

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PERREO PAPI PERREO

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eye-candy, soul-food.

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I’m crying this is the reason I stan

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((Mun again to let y'all know I'm a LIAR because apparently there's more to do than I thought there would be 😓))

((Mun here AND DYING TUMBLRS EATING MY APOLOGIES SKFJSKF so if it’s not showing up it’s only me saying that the blog is under construction and it’ll be ready by either morning or afternoon since I’m looking at other rp blogs and seeing what I should & shouldn’t do))

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Buzzfeed Unsolved Starters

“I don’t think you can exercise spiders.” “Oh see, NOW you’re acting like a detective, and not a jackass!” “‘Dan’ just sounds like your neighbor who wants to borrow your lawn mower.” “Here, I drew a picture of you with 3 butt cheeks. This drawing now exists in the world.” “Since when has a skull ever actually shrunk in history?” “This thought you’re having right now is not very spontaneous.” “Too much fire here. What do I look like, a fireman?”  "Cool guy. Coolest guy in history. Nice sunglasses. Wow! Bourbon’s great.“    “Is it very European to burst into flames?” “Are basketball players aliens?” “How do we know his suit is black if it’s in a black in white photo? Maybe it was really navy blue.” “I’m good, I’ll just sign up for karate.” “Stop holding the pen like that, you look like an asshole.” “I went to 8 churches today to get some holy water and i couldn’t get any, so now im going into a demon hole with no holy water!!” “I’m 99.9% sure he’s never cut anyone’s head of in is time as a dentist.” “Why you gotta go jumping off planes?” “I don’t need to set my mom on fire for freedom!”  "This piece of evidence was found on a Wikipedia page, therefore making it complete Horseshit.“  "He’s a big dumb-dumb floating in the sky with his stupid trench coat blowing in the wind.”  "There may very well be a hot dog vendor in Chicago who is a Bigfoot.“

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Blessed Image™

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🎶 You belong to my heart Now and forever And our love had its start Not long ago

We were gathering stars while a million guitars played our love song When I said, “I love you”, every beat of my heart said it, too

‘Twas a moment like this Do you remember? And your eyes threw a kiss When they met mine

Now, we own all the stars, and a million guitars are still playing Darling, you are the song, and you’ll always belong to my heart 🎶

I forgot how gorgeous this song is from The Three Caballeros

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OHHHHHH WE HAVE THE STARS TO GUIDE US