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drew another gal for artfight [exclusively it/its]
Fortune Teller intro~
Fortune Teller, as her name states, has acts that primarily focus on cartomancy and tarot readings, but she also has another act pertaining whip tricks and tight rope (simultaneously)
The nft beans (they’re evil)
Both of them were raised by a corrupt rich man who wants nothing more than the world to burn. They commit multiple crimes with the excuse of ‘science’.
So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair (eww!) and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we’re expected to swoon? I don’t think so.
you have to come up with a new nickname for me instead of divvy now
Ohhh you're divvy..? Dude... I was wondering the whole time who the hell you are... or when I followed you...
What about dusty...
if you’re mean to @scottstiles I will fart in ur eyes those are the rules I don’t make ‘em (ง'̀-'́)ง
Rent a bike
Electro 35 @Kodak Tmax 100
#FilmsNotDead #BelieveinFilm
maybe you're asleep boo but i hope you had an incredible birthday!!! here's something for you to chew on: sometimes i think about what happened right after scott tumbles out of the vault and they lean on each other in relief and shock, just in complete disbelief of their ridiculous luck and now clear ability to cheat death. stiles grabs scott’s shoulder and lets out a sigh of all the breath he had left, unable to speak after screaming his throat raw on scott’s name just a moment before. (part1)
he doesn’t even feel his hand when he pats scott’s face gently, it’s still sore from pounding at the wall like it was everything that had ever stood between him and scott, everything that had ever taken away their chance at a normal life. he thought it was all over. he shakes his head and looks away, trying to slow his breathing again, but his hand curls gently around scott’s neck and he cradles the back of his head, fingers absently pressing down and running through the fine hairs at the base. of course scott is leaning into his arm, eyes closed and fluttering slightly while he settles in to the feeling of stiles’ skin against his again. he was expecting to die. expecting to watch stiles find his body, to have to watch him mourn. but he’s alive. and stiles is there. then he’s pulling scott in for a real hug, and scott finally lets his entire body go lax except for his hands, fingers digging into stiles like the lifeline he knows he’ll always have as long as they’re together. stiles is holding him just as tightly, with every muscle he has pressing their bodies together as though he could make them stick, so they could never be separated again. they both start to sob into each other, tears falling fast on each other’s shoulders, but they don’t make a sound. they’ve never felt so alive.
I’m crying this is beautiful and perfect Divvy