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rocky learns about the Denmark incident :]

[rika-mortis]

Life is beach

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Really strong colors in what I think is a saulosi cichlid, surprised he behaves really well because usually more color=more mean lol

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Two dudes chilling in the fish tank 2 inches apart because they’re not gay

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Little worried about the guy on the bottom because he is nothing like the first exasperatus I had, who was a fierce tank boss. This guy is a WUSS. Nobody is picking on him thank god (probably because he’s one of the biggest) but if I do any kind of witchcraft like opening a bottle of fish food, into his tiny cave he goes

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and out of the darkness - you you you you you

[lemondoddle]

[Description: a looping bouncy animation of grace and Rocky from project hail mary. Grace throws himself onto rocky for a hug, smiling and nuzzling his face to the top of Rocky's xenonite covered carapace. Rocky brings a claw up to ruffle Grace's hair and grace throws himself even more on top of rocky, rocky wrapping his arms around grace. End description.]

[mevil]

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LOL they have that as their banner now

[mevil]

[vulcanyounot]

I just really like drawing anders wrapped up in blankets. also anders letting his hair grow and going for the half-bun is very important to me

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Average path of exile 2 experience

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Patron Saints of One-Way Trips

[thequeenofthewinter]

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Two dudes chilling in the fish tank 2 inches apart because they’re not gay

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I just got this guy and I can already tell he’s going to be one angry sob lol

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Anyways it’s fish day and oh my god there’s cichlids everywhere I don’t know which ones to choose

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Beerus and Frieza have a new but incredibly annoying game they play at 5am where Frieza stands in the doorway, purposely taunting Beerus which gets her to launch off the bed like a torpedo and chase him… and this can go on for an hour….

Not really putting much effort to stop it because at the same time, I’m really happy they’re playing together finally 😂

[frikadeller]

SILLY BABBUS <3

[spicyshimmy-blog]

A GUIDE TO SMOOCHING AN APOSTATE ON THE RUN Read This, It Has Naughty Bits

Chances are, if you know an apostate on the run, and he’s wearing feathers of any kind, then he’s going to have a long nose and a face that doesn’t know when it’s smiling.

Don’t worry. You can get around the nose without losing an eye or anything else handsomely important—although an eye patch, now there’s an idea—and even if there’s stubble, a soft, semi-smiling, silly mouth is the best sort for kissing, especially on the run.

Not while running, though. 

You’ll definitely lose an eye if you kiss while running.

That nose is a classified weapon. Disturber of the peace. Wanted from Nevarra to Cumberland for various acts of blatant destruction. 

NOTE – kissing an apostate on the run is less lonely, disturbed, pathetic, slobbery (if only by a slight margin) and whiskery than mabari kisses.

NOTE – try not to bring up the mabari while one tongue is in another mouth. 

Apparently it ruins the mood.

…More than other topics such as: bomb feces, possession, handsome elves, curious dwarves, how Donnic trims his sideburns and whether or not he does the same on his chest and other areas, sandwiches, salamanders, and phallic tubers.

NOTE – still, despite cranky faces, apostates on the run love phallic tubers. 

NOTE – countryside blessed with a bounty of phallic tubers.

NOTE – suggest manifesto topic be changed to the plight of the phallic tuber. 

NOTE – perhaps a thousand and twelve things might cross your mind while you are kissing an apostate on the run. Where he’ll sleep. What he’ll dream of. The nightmares you share, just never completely. Whether he’s comfortable; if he knows what comfort is. If you’ve forgotten, too. If the smile is only a memory, a shadow, an echo. A reflection in muddied water. Something to do with muscles more than medicine. Who’s healing whom, and whether or not the city you loved is on fire again, and how many more miles and miles it’s going to be before you rest your weary boots at the foot of a cozy bed, and find a weary chest to rest a weary head. 

But then, of course, you close your eyes.

And your noses battle like wooden practice swords. 

And you kiss, for a while, beneath a blushing sun. 

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Big momma blueberry