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||~P • L • A • Y • L • I • S • T~||

1. Dark Blue by Jacks Mannequin

2. On Melancholy Hill by The Gorillaz

3. Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons

4. Opposite of Adults by ChiddyBang

5. Counting Blue Cars by Dishwalla

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Original Art of #Blueteam for secret santa paired with alternate design with playlist.

@moonanstars124

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// sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ //

The center gif is my own art

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A new scruffy oc

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Disclaimer: I have never drawn armor or lineless art or windows, but I think this turned out alright despite the inaccurate armor pieces

It’s 3:15 am and I cried over this

|| I use my phone and my fingers to draw lol ||

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“ᴍʏ ғᴜɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ ɪs, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ғᴜɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ.”

A Bitters edit because I’m trying new things and I’m bored

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A concept

You and I on an unsheeted mattress thrown across the basement floor. A glichy N64 with two sticky old controllers and only a few working games. Glow stars on the ceiling and and previously played board games on the floor. Bags of chips and boxes of Little Debbie Star Crunch cookies litter the mattress. It’s not intense and we’re tired and both of us get stuck on Bowsers Castle because you can’t tell what’s a ramp and what’s a pit of lava. One of us wins and we laugh and we don’t realize how long it’s been until the soft grey light of morning leaks through the small rectangle windows across the room because I simply got lost in you— in your laugh and your eyes and that competitive smirk of triumph that plays your lips and sparks your eyes as you bump me off the map and take first— or the way you scrunch your nose and pout when you fall behind and the exasperated groan followed with a laugh as you once again get run over by a chomper on Rainbow Road. I lose and take second more often than usual because I’m too busy watching you react and immerse yourself. So busy with the game and you and my thoughts that time slips away.

We finish the last race and the console glitches out again. Both of us are too lazy and tired to fix it again, so we lean on each other and watch as the previously dark room is slowly brought into sight by morning. The light hurts and comes to quick, it always does.

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Me

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Consider

Me awake at 2 am, making coffee and wearing a big hoodie and a pair of your boxers. You, going to find me and walking behind me and holding my hips. Us, tired and together despite the lack of sleep, swaying in the kitchen at 2 in the morning to no music, and still just enjoying the isolation and lack of reality brought by 2 am.