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[twintaileddragon]

Milo x reader x Damien : Love By Death or Fire! Read here <3

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Has anyone else made fancharacters for Monster Prom/Camp? Because I’ve been playing both recently and just...

Callisto, aka Cal. He/Him pronouns. His father’s a demon&his mother is a shape-shifter. His body doesn’t change, except that his skin changes color depending on his emotions. Yes, he is multicolored if he’s having mixed emotions. When he sleeps he stays that color until he starts to dream, and then his body flicks through the colors associated with his dreams (i hope that made sense.)

I’ll definitely do more art of him later. I love him 🥰

[hquest007]

Fantasy Fitness At Southern California Amusement Parks Part II - Knott's Berry Farm

Fantasy Fitness At Southern California Amusement Parks Part II – Knott’s Berry Farm

Hi!  And welcome to the Single Dad’s Guide to Life.  We have a lot of different things we cover for you here at the Guide beginning with important parenting issues, Southern California highlights, and movie reviews among many other things.  One of those things is fitness, which we have covered in the Single Dad’s Guide to Fitness and Fitness Fridays for Fathersposts.  Last week we brought you the…

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[thursdayplaid]

Come to Camp Spooky!

I said I’d post a little something I’ve been working on soon and now that soon is now!  Want a place to go on the cold, dark nights?  Come to Camp Spooky.  The podcast is starting in January, but before then check out the awesome at campspooky.blogspot.com

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Magic In The Make-Up (No Doubt)

Used to beat my face to this song every night b4 the clubs WERK!

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...and she was the doll of the ball

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Excuse Us, Camp Spooky and The Haus Of Haunt are going to the prom!!!

[mean-dauphine]

Fun story

So once upon a time I was paid the minimum wage to show up every weekend in October to an amusement park and put on a scarecrow costume, sit on a bale of hay in a corn maze, give children candy, and wave to them. It was pretty sick. Sometimes, my boss would come around and tell myself and the other scarecrows to go entertain children elsewhere, especially if we were overstaffed with face characters or understaffed with the plebeian regular employees (Who we felt were soooo beneath us. THEY didn't get a dressing room. THEY didn't get to sit down. THEY didn't get to choose their own socks.) (Please don't take that last parenthetical statement seriously.)

Anyway, one day my boss comes running in to the corn maze, and asks me to come with her to the bubble maze to give the maze a draw while its titular bubbles were "broken". This thing was sick. It was about fifteen feet of bales of hay and photo opportunities leading into a 7'' by 7" enclosure that was basically a sweet foam party for eight year olds.

Well, this being a painfully cheap establishment, I assumed it was just missing a part, or the tech that should be running it had OD'd on heroin or something, so I chilled in the photo op area and gave out some candy. Kids were sad that there were no bubbles. I was also sad.

Later on, this family came up asking if it was open yet, and apologizing because one of the kids had actually been the reason for the closure of the awesome bubble enclave. I guess earlier, he saw the giant mountains of foam rising up inside the wooden walls of the park's star attraction, and just couldn't control himself. In short, the kid got so excited that he puked. Everywhere.

That has been my favorite expression ever since.