Cosimo Galluzzi
shark vs the universe
Andulka
trying on a metaphor
KIROKAZE
Peter Solarz
d e v o n
Product Placement
sheepfilms
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
wallacepolsom
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JBB: An Artblog!
JVL
pixel skylines
Keni
ellievsbear
Love Begins
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seen from Malaysia
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@doc-henry-holliday
Please reblog if you play a character who is 30 years of age or older
I don’t care if it’s an OC or a canon character, and while I play a human, I don’t care if your fandom isn’t but for the love of god, why is everyone in their twenties? Give me some mid thirties or even some fourties. Hell, throw me some silver foxes. Please.
Anyone down for role playing? I just need someone, I don’t care what the roleplay is. As long as it’s not totally crazy.
😭😭 What should we rp?
Anyone down for role playing? I just need someone, I don’t care what the roleplay is. As long as it’s not totally crazy.
Looking for people to roleplay with!
I’m looking preferably for someone else who roleplays the western era. I can also do modern day era, its just not the best for my character. I’m playing Doc Holliday from Tombstone. I’m open to everything, preferably not bxb. I’m open to everything else. Any plot is good enough for me! Just DM me or like this, don’t be nervous, I’m open to everyone!
(I work the floor at an independently-owned menswear store. The owner, my boss, spends a lot of time at the shop, and tries to keep prices as low as possible to help our city’s large homeless population get good job interview clothes. A clearly homeless man is wandering around the store. The other patrons are giving him looks.)
Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am?”
Customer: “I think you may want to call security. That… bum over there, he keeps feeling the suits and muttering to himself. I’m just sure he’s planning to steal one.”
Me: “Well, ma’am, I think that’s quite unlikely.”
Customer: “Oh, come on, you know how they are! I mean, I’d keep an eye on him even if he wasn’t homeless!”
(The homeless man in question happens to be Hispanic.)
Me: “We don’t discriminate here, ma’am.”
Customer: “Well, I’m sure the owner would want to hear about this!”
(I give in and call him over. The customer explains her concerns. As a black man, my boss isn’t happy with her racism, but agrees to talk to the homeless man.)
Owner: “Excuse me, sir, are you finding what you need?”
Homeless Man: “Well, not really. I’m hoping for something versatile in a dark or navy wool, but most of the options in my size are cut American style instead of European, which fits me a little better. Not to mention they’re all pinstriped, which I really don’t have the build for, you know?”
Owner: “I… yes, I understand. I think we may have some options over here, if you’ll follow me. How did you know all that?”
Homeless Man: “Back before I lost my job, I used to be really into this stuff. I’m not looking for anything fancy, just something I can use to look good for a job interview later today.”
(My boss helps him find something he likes, and comes to the counter with him. The suit is priced at $87.)
Homeless Man: *digging in his pockets* “Hang on, I think I’ve got enough.”
Owner: *to me* “Take my card. I’m buying it for him.” *to the homeless man* “Here. The suit’s yours, on one condition. After your interview today, you come back and apply for a job here too. Got it?”
Homeless Man: “I… oh my God, thank you. Thank you so much.”
(Two years later, that formerly-homeless man is my manager, and has a little girl with his new wife—the owner’s sister.)
😭😭😭😭😭
bastard located
I don’t see a bastard, only a friend
they are…..a friend? 😮
The friendliest!
oh wow!!!
well if we’re going to be friends I should probably give them a gift..
oh!!!! a flower! I love flowers!!
I’m gonna give this to my new friend!
I wonder if they got me anyth-
Fish you are so wholesome and wonderful I love you so much
@Sean whenever he wanted to tag along on robberies, but the others refused
That moment when the people of tumblr write you a big ass paragraph and block you because they are afraid of your political opinion. Do me a favor and go fuck yourselves. Come at me with a real debate or fuck off my page.
Arthur: WHO WANTS TO PLAY SOME DOMINOES?!?!!?
Everyone: *ignores Arthur*
Hosea:
Bruhhhhh 🤣🤣🤣🤣
(Source)
I know I keep reblogging my own post and that’s hokey as hell, but these particular tags give me life
What the hell did I just watch?
Jesse had been bored out of his mind on a Saturday night and decided to text one of his best-friends, Ellie. ‘What are you doing right now? Wanna go for a drive?’
Ellie was just working on a painting so she figured taking a break would be nice. ‘Sounds lovely, pick me up in 10?’ She replied. Her and Jesse and been friends for what felt like forever. They had no boundaries and everything was always on the table to discuss or do.
“I’m listening to country music.” Jesse spoke in a country accent, joking around. “I’ve been up a while.”
“Forgive? Sounds Good. Forget? I’m Not Sure I Could.”
1865, Kearney, MO
“Sure, I fought in the war.” Jesse took a puff from his cigar, looking over at the Yankee that had been sitting next to him.
The Yankee looked the man over, his eyes landing on a piece attached to the mystery man’s hip. “Grey back?” He asked, hatred in his eyes.
They Grey Backs always had their Griswold’s on their hip. You could spot one from a mile away, carrying that piece. “Yes sir.” Smirked Jesse, putting his cigar out on the bottom of his boot.
The Yankee looked back to the man he now knew as an enemy, a shit-eating grin making it’s way to his lips. “We kicked your asses, even had you running in the battle of High Bridge.”
It was Jesse’s turn for the shit eating grin to make it’s way to his own lips. “The reason why we were running was because I blew that bridge to just sticks with half a keg of dynamite.”
Jesse’s hand slid down to his Griswold, pointing it at the Yankee and pulling back the hammer. Before the Yankee had a chance to respond, Jesse had pulled the trigger. Everyone in the saloon grew quiet, Jesse only stood, finished his shot of brandy and left.
This man was definitely not one to mess with.
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Looking for a female to roleplay with. Preferably realism.
-No one liners
-Realism
-Females only unless there is a group rp
-Look it up if you’re confused on something before you write it
-I don’t expect you to know American history, try your best.
-Romance and sexual roleplays allowed.
-Triggers
“Meet me at clear river tonight, just west of here. I’ll show you what it’s like to run in a gang.” Jesse told her, paying for the drinks and turning to leave.
Jesse had been bored out of his mind on a Saturday night and decided to text one of his best-friends, Ellie. ‘What are you doing right now? Wanna go for a drive?’
Ellie was just working on a painting so she figured taking a break would be nice. ‘Sounds lovely, pick me up in 10?’ She replied. Her and Jesse and been friends for what felt like forever. They had no boundaries and everything was always on the table to discuss or do.
Jesse smiled and kissed her head. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He decided to stay up and smoke/drink. He would be asleep soon enough.
She slept peacefully, even after everything. It was probably the substances she had consumed before hand. The next morning she woke up, rolling to cuddle him more.
Jesse hadn’t slept much, being up around 9AM that morning. When he saw she woke up, he played with her hair a bit, already high as fuck, listening to country music which he never did. He was in a weird mood this morning.
“Forgive? Sounds Good. Forget? I’m Not Sure I Could.”
1865, Kearney, MO
“Sure, I fought in the war.” Jesse took a puff from his cigar, looking over at the Yankee that had been sitting next to him.
The Yankee looked the man over, his eyes landing on a piece attached to the mystery man’s hip. “Grey back?” He asked, hatred in his eyes.
They Grey Backs always had their Griswold’s on their hip. You could spot one from a mile away, carrying that piece. “Yes sir.” Smirked Jesse, putting his cigar out on the bottom of his boot.
The Yankee looked back to the man he now knew as an enemy, a shit-eating grin making it’s way to his lips. “We kicked your asses, even had you running in the battle of High Bridge.”
It was Jesse’s turn for the shit eating grin to make it’s way to his own lips. “The reason why we were running was because I blew that bridge to just sticks with half a keg of dynamite.”
Jesse’s hand slid down to his Griswold, pointing it at the Yankee and pulling back the hammer. Before the Yankee had a chance to respond, Jesse had pulled the trigger. Everyone in the saloon grew quiet, Jesse only stood, finished his shot of brandy and left.
This man was definitely not one to mess with.
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Looking for a female to roleplay with. Preferably realism.
-No one liners
-Realism
-Females only unless there is a group rp
-Look it up if you’re confused on something before you write it
-I don’t expect you to know American history, try your best.
-Romance and sexual roleplays allowed.
-Triggers
“Seems like we ain’t strangers no more.” Jesse ordered another shot and swigged it back, smiling as he thanked the bartender.
“Maybe you could show me how you use your gun.” She said, maybe a little too excited but she was sure he didn’t mind.
“Gun fights are no place for a lady.” Jesse teased once more, looking over at her and taking another shot of whiskey.
El rolled her eyes. “Don’t go telling me what to do, Jesse. Not unless we’re in the bedroom.” She winked.
Jesse looked at her, straight faced before a low and small chuckle escaped his lips. He looked back forwards, waving the bartender away. He wasn’t tipsy at all, but he liked to act like he was. “Already getting tipsy.” He told the bartender and backed away from the bar.
“You ever run in a gang, Miss?”
What being a centrist is like
“Well I actually support the second amendment”
Far leftists: “you conservative bigoted hick. Go ride your bible into the sunset and marry your cousin”
“I also support gay rights”
Far rightists: “you fucking libtard snowflake cuck. Go to your safe space and cry to your mommy for a participation ribbon”
It is unfortunate that our democratic system is blinded by identity politics. People should think for themselves and not blindly follow one party or the other. Centrists should actually be appreciated for this reason.
Welp, I’ve personally never heard a conservative say that. 🤷🏻♀️
