❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Misplaced Lens Cap
macklin celebrini has autism
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Xuebing Du
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gracie abrams
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The Stonewall Inn
cherry valley forever
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
One Nice Bug Per Day
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@beaksmarts
CURBSIDE CORVID 🐦⬛✨ | @beaksmarts | disney/maleficent rp | original character(s)
returning rper w/ high experience : BEA/BEN : IMPORTANT INFO : tags : askbox multi-style, multiverse, multi-genre : character(s) created + played by: sam currently open for anything (within limits) - read important info before interacting more under the cut:
♬ when the streets are silent, and the fireflies fly, and i know you're trying, and you know i'm trying ♬
❝ 🔮 i get this feeling i'm in motion ❞ | open rp
➽ If Ben enjoyed anything, it was finding the odd, abandoned shiny trinket as it glittered the midday sun -- and he especially liked it when he'd found an abandoned shiny trinket in the human town because it could be chosen as the latest piece in the ever-growing collection that he kept hidden away in his haphazard roost. Today's shiny thing of interest had been a long, silvery thing with four points at the end... A thing he had seen humans use to eat all sorts of weird, wonderful, and sometimes outright uncouth things if their obsession with roasting birds was any indication, and a thing that Ben had decided to swipe from the edge of an outdoor table. Hopefully, nobody had seen him commit his harmless thievery.
❝ ✨ night so hazy ❞ | open rp
➽ On such a quiet and cold night, the only sound that Bea could pick up on was the rush of the river that separated The Moors, in all its glowing glory, from the castle town of Ulstead. She had flown down onto the bank on the fae side, gliding in a way that almost camouflaged her against sloe-black sky between the glittering stars until, suddenly, she was human; crouching at the mouth of the river and frowning at her warped reflection in the moonlit water.