sacred manifestation for this week: I WILL start writing profrry part 2
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putting all my hunter solo pics in one place!! i wish id thought to take some nice pictures at the con, but ah well. im definitely gonna wear him again at the earliest opportunity lol
i literally cried over this cosplay like 3 times before wearing him on saturday and im WAY happier with it than i thought id be!!! shoutout to my lovely gf @deliriousbiznasties for sewing the shirt Literally the night before in our hotel room, and to my stinky roommate @bookerdewitt for helping so much w makeup. love yall so much!!
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TSP SMALL ART DUMp
also below there is some blood and gore and bright colours plus to pretty religious things but not too explicit... BUT stay safe!!
also Lovebugged narrator below but sadly really glitched and SPOILERING just in cas.e... why did spoilering capitali
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@waveofstars // julian x chey
A big ole black eye.
That's what Julian remembered of the blonde sitting beside him, the two of them driving in his truck at 3 a.m. on Monday morning, no sight of life on the road apart from his headlights. He wanted to pretend like he needed to try hard to gather all the details, but really, his memory was crystal clear. They were kids at someone's birthday party, him a lot more older than her but not too old that he couldn't jump around in the bounce house too. But the thing was, they shouldn't have been in there at the same time...
Because being in there together meant a weight difference, and she was just a pipsqueak who climbed on everyone. And he was an asshole little kid who hated being climbed on, so he accidentally kicked her in the face and gave her a black eye.
Other than that, Julian didn't know too much about Amanda Chey Johnson. Whatever other memories they'd had together were faded to him, and likely aging in old Trujillo photo albums. All he knew now was that this might make it into his memory repository of her. It wasn't going to be the most fun reunion, but years from now, she could tell a funny story. At least she had that; Julian didn't have the greatest bailout stories. And yes—plural.
Luckily, he'd been around when her brother Cameron called him to pick her up. Cameron had always had Julian's back for other shit; it was only natural that he did the same. He'd take a bullet for Cameron, and he knew exactly what he was gambling when he said stuff like that because he'd taken real ones before.
As Birthday by Kings of Leon played underneath a layer of static from his old radio, he tapped his hand on the wheel, approaching a red light. If there was anything about the troublemaker that Julian was, he could at least make conversation with anybody, and the girl he once gave a black eye to was no exception. He imagined them catching up: How ya doin', how's school, why'd you end up in jail? Quintessential Julian small talk.
Once he hit the light, he glanced over at Chey with a stupid grin. It was crazy to have last processed her as a little kid ('processed' because he was sure they'd seen each other more recently, but how much attention did they really pay to each other?), and now she was an adult. He was decades into adulthood. Time flew. "Soooo, uh. Isn't this so cool?" he asked. "You and I, catchin' up again.
"And it's pretty funny, too, how I picked you up from jail and everything. What are the odds, right?"
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which ugly ass whore told me that “not lasting a day without your gf if fine!” cuz your very much wrong, i feel like im gonna die😭 baby come back come i miss you😞- to my lover ana💕
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special interest goes BRRRRRRRRRR
btw those stack things that you can’t really tell what they are, those are weiss schwarz project diva cards
and the books are coloring books and stickers and comics
and yes i have the whole bathing suit resort figure set
and in front of the emu stands are two little pics i printed one of emu and one of rui
oh my god i love vocaloid so much
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