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if anyone wants to follow me on my main its weavegame100 come look at all my offensive blogging

do u know how to display other people's creations in the shop? ;_;

idk when this was asked but afaik i had the same problem and you cant really get people's creations in your shop unless the creator comes to your town and puts it on display

hey old pals im not dead

i literally have just been blogging on my main bc work and school got to me and i havent opened up acnl in 2 months!!!!! im off today and i checked it out and only tangy moved out!!!! i was like secretly dreading that stitches/marina/zucker moved out so im happy but i had a stiff upper lip in case my baes all moved out :'(

#they didnt tho #god is real

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Do What U Want (feat. Christina Aguilera)

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Ok my dog is literally perfect and photogenic as fuck. Why can’t I be like that man!!

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we’re a team, right?

Happy thanksgiving everyone!

im so stressed that the new mario party game isnt multiplayer online

#crying

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Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he’s still one of the youngest victors. Being from District 4, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favor, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-colored hair and those incredible eyes. While other tributes that year were hard-pressed to get a handful of grain or some matches for a gift, Finnick never wanted for anything, not food or medicine or weapons. It took about a week for his competitors to realize that he was the one to kill, but it was too late. He was already a good fighter with the spears and knives he had found in the Cornucopia. When he received a silver parachute with a trident—which may be the most expensive gift I’ve ever seen given in the arena—it was all over. District 4’s industry is fishing. He’d been on boats his whole life. The trident was a natural, deadly extension of his arm. He wove a net out of some kind of vine he found, used it to entangle his opponents so he could spear them with the trident, and within a matter of days the crown was his. The citizens of the Capitol have been drooling over him ever since.