local guy is on the verge of passing out in the middle of class. more on this developing story at eleven

uh oh bad time to be tiny rn

uh. now that i’ve finished the first draft of my essay what the fuck else am i gonna use to distract myself from abu dhabi

larry shirt acquired!! we are popping the BIGGEST bottles 🍾✨

Me seeing all my friends and moots casually moving on from bg3

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tagged by @thesingularityseries

Gonna finally show a small snippet of one of the many works I have 😀

Kate: @thesingularityseries

Alex: @chadillacboseman

In which Alora accidentally screws up a very important BD deal and has to deal with the consequences.

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“This was you?” Kano asks, venom laced in his voice as he waits for Alora’s answer. She stares back at him, keeping her gaze on his but not ignoring the way his nails started to leave faint indents in the wood of the bar.

“Kano, come on she didn’t—“

“Shut the fuck up Demir!” Kano growls and smacks a glass off the countertop without looking, sending it crashing into who knows what. It explodes everywhere, a scared quiet gasp sounding from Kate’s lips. Kano points his finger at Alora, nostrils flaring as he asks the question again.

“Was. This. You.” It’s repeated with malice, his thick eyebrows knitted together so tight that if the situation wasn’t so tense then Alora might have laughed.

She runs her tongue over her teeth, keeping her demenour as neutral as possible.

“I didn’t know.” She finally answers, not a quiver in her tone or a tremble in her body. She can see the muscles jumping in his jaw and Alora knows she has very little time to diffuse the bomb that is her boss.

R̴̨̢̛̬͖̘̹͉̠͉̳̖̪̯̠͔̠͇̜͉̼̟̪̹̲̎̐̈́̈́̄́͆͌͐̀̑̆͌̄̓̋͛̈́̎̃̊̔̈̉̉͑̉͑͐̉̕̚͜͝͝U̷̢̢̙̮̫̻̤̩̻͙̭̩̯̞͉̰̺̙̯̰̲̿̈́̊̉́̄̆̇̒̔̂̀͛̃͂̊̍̐̃̉͌H̶̡̘̲͚̗̜͕̔̑̄̾̍͌̈̓͆͐͋̒̈́̄̈́̄̓́̊̓͑̉̊̓͑͗̋͘͘̕͝͠ͅͅ ̴̨̡̪̦̘̻̟̠̟̤̤̦̗̻͍̲͉̱̝̱͔̬̯̦̘̱̔̋̾̒̆̾̅̿̈́̔̈̎͂͘͝R̷̛͓̣̱̩̖̞͈͈̜̫̈́͐͛̀̿̑̓̏̉͘͜͝O̵̠̽́̉͒̓͛̆̿̔̌͛̾͂̃̉̇͊͗̄́͂̎͋H̷̢͉͕̝͚̲̻͉̤̙̬̣̳̰̞̼̜͖̱̞͍̣̳̖̞̀̐͊̽̅̃̓̊̍̿̑̀̑̽̕̚͜͝ͅ ̴̖͓̻͓̳̹̬̗̓͜ͅȘ̸̛̬̜͚̻̯͈̘̯̭̹͇͇͕̩̭͓̹̮͔͗̄̇̐̆̅̃̍̂͐̿̋͋͜͜͠ͅC̵̨̧̢̭̘̦͉̮̗͖͚̦̪̟͉̺̖̘̖̺̘̺͚͈̞͔̻̥̟̒͌̿͑͒̋̈́͘ͅƠ̸̡̢̢̢̰̫͙͈̲̣̻̜͎̱͔̱̣̘̖̹͇̥̝̺̘̱͈͎̪̱̑̊̀̓̽̀̈̋̃̊̽͆̐̄̉̔̽͜͝͠͝ͅƠ̷̡̢̹̯̻̘̪̬̝̩̞̮̭͕̬̒̈̂̀͂͐̈̾̊́̋̑̏̊́͂̊͆̿̍̉͒͒̚͘̚͘͠B̷̡̳͓͓̘̬̖͓̠̩̗͇̜͔͎̤̝̞̩̬̲̲̩̩̈͑̄͋̊̊̀͜ͅ!̷̧̡̢̨̹̖̗͎̙̠͉͈͚̞͍̙͇̘͖̬͉̥͔̥͈̱̪̰͍̤͋̿͛̔̀̈́̓̎̓̿͂̈́͘̚͜͜͝͠͠🐶😱 Y̷̰̻͌̊ơ̵̲̹̬͇̬͉͎̞̇̔͂̎̍̐͝u̸̥͛̾̇̌͂͋’̵̠͎̞̔̄̐̅͗͝v̸̪̦̺͎́͐͂̆̓̚͝ͅě̶͖̗̳͉̤̿̇̈́̄̚͜͜͝͝ 🫵 j̴̰̱̞͆u̶̬͗͐̍͒̃ș̵̢̳̮͍̫̎ţ̶̧̩̥̜̱̓̋̽͒̈́͐́͝ ̵̛̮̟̠͊͂̈́̏̀̕b̴̝̼̠̈́ĕ̷̡̧̢͓͈͕̘̀͆͗͑͝͝e̷̛̩̤̩̥̟̯n̸̯̣̙͉̯̗̉̓̽̒̎͋͜͠ ̴̼̪͕̹̞̐͜͜L̶̢͖͇̖̥͙͂̃̕̕͜͠I̴̩̙͔͙̓̇̓̌͊T̵̠͉͊̒́̒͑̀͘͝Ṫ̶̪̝L̸̦̻̤̥̺̓̈́̍͌͜͜Ḝ̴̞͔̯̯̼̪̈́̿̅̚̕͘ 🤏B̶̙͕̳̭̓͋̀̄̚̚͝A̴͍̖̟͖̼̼̎͊̂D̵͈̤̪̗̓̊́͛͌̕͠ͅG̶̨̛͉͍̺͙̻̔͐̒ͅÈ̸̢̧̲̳̼͚̝̹͗̓͗̓̕͝Ŕ̷̢̞̱͇͍̋̎̏́͒̚͠Ė̸̡̲̞̞̜̰̌̈́͐́͌͘͜͝D̵̢̼͔͕̻̯̏̅̇̐͜͝ 🦡🤑 f̸̥̱̼͛̀͐ō̸̡͎̫̝̮̌ͅr̷̤̎̓̍̆̋͘͝ ̷̧̪̻̤̟̘͇͓͒͐t̵͇͎͓͚̱̹̮̆̅̿̀̈h̴̠̫̦̍͂͆̓̍̾͘ḭ̴̗̲͛̽s̷̟̈͘͜ 2️⃣0️⃣2️⃣3️⃣ D̸̡̠̙͍̥̽̌͗͌͜͜ͅa̷̪̗̮̲͆̆̃̈́d̵̨̧͉̳͕̞̙͌̓͗͌͒̈́̂͝d̷͍̥̝̋y̸̹̰̜̪͖̠̐̔ ̵̛̹͈̺̼͗̈́̂̔͜͝͠V̴̨̧̟̫͒̍͜ͅl̸̖̒̉́́̏͂̅à̷͖̜͖̼̿̈́̿͆͋͐͝d̴͕̯̞̙̣͎͙̋̽̐̋͘d̵͓̮̈́͆̾ͅͅͅy̶̺̥̫͕̺̻̫̍ 🥵 h̸͕͉͕͙͚͔͊̿́̇̒̔̀̾͜ą̵͓͔͚̫̥̊̓̓̄̊s̴̪̝̱͈͊̀́̕͜ ̵̻̜̜̉͠ç̶͖̪̫̩̯̌̊͑̌̆̅͘ô̴̺͝m̵̨͍̳͋̕e̴̡̛͎̘̝̹̲̝̓̔͛̆͌̀̾ͅ ̷̛̲͕̥̤̼̊̔͒̄̓͠ȉ̴̗̺͉̜͈̄̉͘n̵̫̲̝̤͖̺̏̐͊͌̊ṯ̶̞̞͒̒̊͗̎̓̚͜͝ͅo̴͉͛ ̴͙̺͇̞̟̓̈́̌̏̚ͅŸ̴͎̮́̓̔̄̈́O̷̡̙̯͉͌͗̕U̴͙̙͉̲̠̙̎̃̈́͗͑̾R̵̢̝̬̳͖͎̲̜̉̉👏 h̶̛̲̙̋́͂̚ò̶̳̟̘ȗ̸̞̬̹͙̎̏͌s̵̡̳̳͍̼͇͎̗̍̉̈̔ẻ̷̛̺̑̊͝͠ ̶̨̩͑̀͛̑̾̆t̷͚̦̜̫̏̇͐́̋͊̕͜͠o̷̙͆ ̶͖̗̈́̔́̐̕̕P̵̰̬̓͛͗̓́́Ï̵͓̥̪̣͓̒C̷͇̯͓͚̼̞̤͊͑̃͑͗̕͠K̸̝̓͝L̶̲̄́̊̃̎̀̚͠E̴̠̠̩̒͆̒̉͑͘ ̶̡̣͙̟̩̐͊̔̒́͋̿̊R̵̻͛̐̎̀͆̾͑͘I̶̠̩̠̝̞̘̓̓̿͒͘͘ͅČ̵̝̭̬̓̇̎̄̋̓K̶̨͍͒͋͜ ̴̨͊̈́̚͝ 🥒🍆Ÿ̵̦̥͕́͗̀͒̇̉̅Ȏ̴͕͋̀̒Ǘ̶͔̹̩͇̥̙̈́̈́̈́̋̊ 😝😩😝!̸̪̳̗̞̥̐͗ ̴̗̙͙̗̘͌Ṣ̸̫̻̞͋̏͂̒͌ẹ̴̊̂̀̆̊͗̓̕n̸̹̄͊̾̓̒̈́d̵̢̧͕̮͙̙̦̅̑͝ ̶̞̱̐̓̌͊̅͝t̷̛̺̓͒̉̉̍̃h̴̳̖̣̰̰̘̥̿́̈́͋̈ͅĩ̶̟̜͉̝̯̠̺̓̾͛͘ś̶̢̯̹̥̩͇̝̺͒̔̎ ̴̨̡̨̰̪̀̄̆̈́̊ṭ̶̲͎̥͎̭̦̏͊̀͋ͅǫ̴͈͖̑ͅ ̶͕̹͉̈́͗͊͒̓͑̂͝ 7️⃣1️⃣4️⃣ s̸̛͍͐̐͊̐̽̆e̵̛͖̯̤̲̪̿̂x̵̜̠̠̞̓́̾́̈́y̴̡͎͉̣̘̰͋ ̷̛̜̬̏͋̋̉͂̒̽ẉ̶͚́̆̎́i̶̥̺̝̝̲͋͘ḋ̸̨̟̜̭͓̖̔̅̀ͅd̶͚͕̰̐̾̈͂̂͑l̵͇̫͕̖̲̱͚̦̈́̀̑̈̅́́͠e̶̢͔͎͔̗̖̒ ̶͙͈̪̟̤̉̑ 🤏b̶̭̫̲̏͒͝a̸̢̱̫͖̻͚̩͂̇͒͂̿d̸̢͔̺̠̋͜͜ͅg̵̜͍̟̀̀̐e̴͇͊̔͊̀̋̕͝ȑ̶̛̛͖̩͎̓̅̓s̴̙̱̮͔̐ ̵̀̑͗̔̀̓̕͠ͅ 🦡🦡🦡 ǫ̶̦̠͓̳͚͓͊̊r̶͓̬̽ ̴̻̲̠̥͊ě̶̛̪͔̥͍̑̽̏͘̕͝l̸̠̠̳̞͍̠̜͙͗̇̄̾̀̒̀̚s̸̫̦̀̑̍̚e̵̟̙̣̞͙͒͘͜͠ ̷̧͈͕͎̀ͅV̸̧̨̢̩͈̝̂̊͜-̴̺͉̎̐̑̈̃̀͒͝M̴̞͈̠̺̈͗̏̈́͊̀̉̒a̷̗̓̓̽̽́ň̵̢͈̪̾͐͜ 🐟🪣♒ î̵̧̢͖̲͉͎̗̪͋ş̵̢̛̠͖̞̬̝̉̅̇̈́ ̵̰͉̭͉̿͒̎̾g̵̜͊̌̚͝͠ò̴̠̣͜i̶̛̤̲͈̟̬͖͛̊̚̚͝n̴̫̣̫̯̾͛̐͛͝g̵͖̝̳̺͐͒̆̕̚ ̵̡̢̮̻̠͔̏̆̾̽͘t̶̟̠̲̄͐̅͐͋̎o̴͙͂͐̈̎̈́̈́̋ ̷̧̛̗̩̘͚͊͆͑͒̒ͅc̶̹̦̥̜̟̤͋ͅo̵͔̱͆̀͋͒͂m̶͙̦̤͈͒́̍̈̉̋̿͝ẹ̵͔̻͋̉͌͆́̄̔̀ ̵̡̖͖̪̪̲͓̎̽̈͐̉̆̏͠a̶̲͕̘͔̳̫͝ṉ̶̡̜͚̭̯̈́͆̀̚d̸̢̻̼̓͊ ̴̙̝̰͓͗J̴̩̋̐͑͘A̴͇͂̚Ŗ̸̧̝̖̱͈̙̄̅̓͗̃̾̿ ̶̽̄̏🫙y̸͖̳̲͔̣̦̱̗͂͛̄͆̓̅̂̚o̶̢͖̮͉͂͛̚ų̴̭̗̮̰̙̩̝̀̃ ̴̝̪͊́̀ 💦 ǫ̷͕̬̅̇͛ͅn̴̞̅͛t̴̨̒͋͑̉̓̔̕ȯ̸̭͍͎͔͒́͂̔͜ ̷̛̹͙̏̔̆̓̇̕͝T̵͚̩͉̥̆̅W̶̜͇̝̥̯̻̱̔̀̿̀̄Į̶̞͓̝̟̘̎̀̉͋͋̃͆͘T̷̯̬̩͓̳̂̑͆̽͆͗T̵͎̳̩̬̜̣̼̍͝Ḙ̸̘͉͖̫̳̣̣͛̇̈͆̕R̷̹͇͍̰̼̺̗͆̈́̇͂͊🐦w̶̺̍̍̂́̐̈̚͘h̸̢̯͈͑͛ė̴̡̛̪̹͍̃̄̈́r̵͖̤̻͙̰̿é̷̡̡̹̼̳͕̟̹͠ ̵̧̓͗̀ţ̵͉̼̝͔͔̬͙͂̉̋͋̓̚͠h̷̯͑̈̾̔̂͝ë̸̡̨̱̣̫͔̠̊ ̵̯̲̖̤̠̮̯͙̈́h̷̥̉ö̶̜́̃t̶̛̲̭͈̺͙̓̊͛̏͗̏̚ ☀️̶̟̪̹̃̒̊̎̒ş̶̦̩͍͔͇̝̲́͒̅̄͝a̷͍̐͋̅̂̏́̓l̸͓͇͈̬̦͍̏̄̏̃̾t̶̛̯̓̃̀̈́̓͑̈́y̵̹͓̯̘̌̅̕ ̴͖͓̹͑̓ 🧂M̸̛̛̞͈̩͈̲͍̝͕̺̪̺͈̰̺̞̖̙̰̯̣̬̟̬͍̰͎͚̠̫͍̺̳̯̗̯̩̼͖͎͍̃̑̌͊͆̔̑͑́̈́̌̍̿̈́̂͐̎̌̊͋̓͗͐̐̾́̾̏̈́̈́̍͗̀̈̆́̌̃̐̾͌̂̃̕̚͜ͅU̷̧̧̧̨̧̺̠̟̹̬͍̭͍̪̠̟̘̯̹̘̟̩̱̫͚͙͆͆̈̆͆͆̿͆͆̀̎̅̂̓̃́́́̌̆̑̒̄͜͜͜͝S̶̨̭͎̥̬̤͇̹̼̤̆̃͌̚̕͘͜Ķ̶̛͍͖̬͕̫͔̝̩̑͐͊̀̎́̿̎͋͐̍̌͒̍͌̿̃̓̈́̊̎̔͒͋̀̀̈́̿̔̆̉͒͆̉͆̌͊̀̉̇̀́͘̚͘͝R̸̢̛͓̲̞̭̲̹̦̪̮̩͓̟͚̺̩̘̝̯͇̻̈́̒̒͆͐́͐͐̾̿͒̇̑̍͛͌̀͝͠A̵̛͉̖̦̜͎͔̖͚̩̭͒̀͌̓̓͊̍̑̋̂̔̌͋͒̄̽̀̔͐̏̆̽̄̄͌̌̍̏̅̿́̿̓̀̚͘͝͝͠Ţ̷̛̛͗͒̆̅͑̍̈́̔̍̂̈́̎̐̄̆͒͂͂͑͛̍͂̾̐̿̓͗͂͆͐̆͌̆͗͐͘̚̕͠͝͝ 🐹🐀😖̷̢͙̗̦̌͊̓̐̓̆̈́̽ľ̶̨̙͇̻̞̲̯͚͈͂̆̏̾̿͆̑̑̕͜i̴͎͊͂͊̀͝ṿ̴̨̛̣̪̖̬͓̤̬̌͜e̵͇̥̎͒̚͝s̷̡̛͎̎̿̅̈́ ̸̛̠̬̬̺͒̒̄̅̐͛  😱😱w̶̡̧͙̭͕͓̪̫̓̋̿̆͐͂i̴̬͉̮̻̪̝̔̎͗͛͊̆̕t̵͚̥̗̙̄̒̚h̸̡͕͈̅̿̆͑͋̓ ̴͕̣̬͎̮̔̊͒̾͊̈̑̀͝b̸̧͔̰̈̉i̶̡̞͔̩̠̯̩̫̤̅̾ŗ̷̦̬̥͖̳̜̔̐͝͠c̶͔̞͙̱͑̊̅̑̒͆̚ͅh̷̩͇̻̺͚̉ ̸̟͍̤̤͗̒̓̉̾̐͋̀̈̽ẗ̴̹̝̠̠̖̰̻́r̶̢̢̮͍̪͓͎͓͈̀ȩ̵̡̻͇̬̱̣̠̻̑͐̀́͘͜͝͝ȩ̸͚̤͙̠̳̬̔̐̏̊̐ ̷̣͐ 🌳 ̸̦̼̪̦̭̈́͑͊̈́̈́̔̅͠͠S̶̟͔͛̏̀̆͐̕E̷̠̞̪̺͙̰̗͑̆̒́̈́̀̾͌̊X̸̛̘͍̖̰̣̒͌͋͒͗́̀͌̕Ÿ̶̥̙͍͙̲̼̠̋̉̍͑͆̈́̕͜͜m̵̈́̉̊̒̌̂͑͜a̸̬͎̗̼̤̾̐͗̈́̈́̈́͜ṇ̶̙͎̲͓̺̠̆͒͒̉ ̵͔̟̜̘͋̋̕̚͘ 😤🥵😩 ̸̨͓̥̟͈͓͖͉̍̎̂̔͂̾͗͘̕͘V̷̠̰̟̙̭̄Ȍ̶̢̗̝̜̣̜͒͑̒͌͌͘̚Ţ̴͂̋̿̾̈́͠͝ͅE̵̡̩̱̳͉̗̼͉̓͊͆̈́͆̓̚ͅȒ̵̲̙̹͙̼̃̐̈́ ̷̬̭̹̬̫̈́̓F̶͕̹̄͑͐ͅͅŖ̸̛̛͎̼͔͋̅̑͗͒̿͜Ä̴̳̤̹́͛̂̆͒̀̽̇͝͝U̷̱̩̳͍̤̔̐͆̀̍̈́͘͝D̸̤̬̠̝͔̑̽̓͜ ̵̜̩̬̾̄̐̆̍̊͆̂̇ 5️⃣ ̸̱̈́͋̚L̷̨̖͚͙̪̱̒̏̈́̓̾̀̋͝Y̷̼̗̔͑͐̅̓͛̀̂̿͠ͅF̷̡̛̺̜̣̘̲͎̳͖̏̽̏̒̅̊͘Ȩ̵̬̫͙̗̻̾̌͋̋ ̴͕̦̝̩̇ ✝️🥒🤌

tumblr tried to censor my response :(

Downloaded ancient version of tumblr, last one put out for android 6 and girlies we're so not back. Still broken. I shouldnt have deleted my grandfathered-in version, seems like lots of people had this problem i prob could have waited it out and theyd have fixed it

me: isn’t it disgraceful how another generation of irish young people are left with no other option but to emigrate. breaking my heart. i want all my friends to be by my side

also me: is planning on emigrating in the autumn

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places to be (forgotten): ambrose vibes

nightmares: fears/unpleasant reality

visage: abstract perception of self/outfit/pose inspo

polaroids

memoirs: sinclair childhood/adolescence vibes

honor thy father and mother (in all their rot and mildew): trudy & vincent specific inspo

home (not as you remembered it): sinclair family home inspo

sitting on the shelves of your mind: things you can find around the house (or inside your head)

on the turntable: song inspo

b: bo

v: vincent

l: lester

fic specific tags (in order of publication):

something borrowed

sanguine

liminal spaces

was too distracted with drag race earlier and think I replied to a phishing email by accident….

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck. made a teeny tiny mistake 😀

MATTHEW LILLARD IS GONNA BE PURPLE GUY?? THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER??

Gang it’s already almost a week since my holiday started and I wanna go back to streaming and working on art projects........................

like four porn bots have followed me in the past 3 days

When several Thor 4 reviews point to the movie being a joke fest with uneven serious moments