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STATUS: Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric 1 mo ago
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Just ran a stale yellow. Nobody on this website is doing it like me, sticking it to the man like me, blazing a trail against tyranny like me. the only thing revolutionary about you is your rhetoric
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Takeru Segawa is the type of man they made myths out of. Intensely privileged to be able to say I watched him burn so bright as he did before going out with a win. I’ll miss you, hero.
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a frayed thread on the colorful tapestry of our existence, begging to be yanked until the whole thing unravels, a suggestive, inviting golden glow around the idea of leaking my buddy's DMs to his wife
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I'm like the "conspicuously modded with multiple trojan backdoors skyrim save on your friend's screenshare stream" of white boys
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Completely fucking up my field sobriety test as i clamber out of the honda fit i've wrapped around a lightpost, staggering everywhere, before finally scoring a big fat goose egg on the breathalyzer
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that's not what the profile says
funny that comes up again
EDIT: no wait i think i get it
funny that comes up again
EDIT: no wait i think i get it
Luke Schwarz-- Hall Observation
Hm?
A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.
Ah. Miss Gratia.
The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...
Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?
Poor form. Definitely poor form.
I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!
And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.
It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.
Hm?
A familiar curtain of long, straight black hair brushed past him, the slightly taller Mistralese Huntress's longer strides eating up ground more quickly than his own.
Ah. Miss Gratia.
The astute observation was very nearly followed by a tap on the shoulder to grab her attention and offer congratulations for her victory over his teammate, but the fistic hunter-to-be thought against it, for a multitude of reasons, upon further observation. She was obviously preoccupied, what with the course guidebook in her hands being voraciously devoured by her mind one last time, and the headphones wrapped around her ears, filling her immediate world with just herself and her music as opposed to a hall full of people trying to talk...
Saving the odd metaphors for English Class a few periods away, he also reminded himself that she was quite clearly--and quite understandably--annoyed with the outcome of her match against Cian. Bringing that up again and yanking her out of her own brief period of time before the next class to do it?
Poor form. Definitely poor form.
I don't want to have a hole stared through me again!
And so, he allowed the outstretched hand to drop back into his pocket, keeping on pace as normal.
It was all a matter of timing, and now wasn't the time.
Camerabro is a hero
should I transcribe TKDR's opening scene to breathe life into here once more
I just noticed based Flax reppin' the Summit of Fists
absolutely beautiful
absolutely beautiful
Luke Schwarz-- Hallway Navigation.
"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.
Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.
He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:
A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!
Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.
Such was his way, as we all knew by now.
"Math next, huh..." the raven-haired teen mumbled to himself under his breath, shaking and stretching ought the light soreness that was the paltry remainder of his injuries sustained beforehand.
Well, that worked for him. Strangely enough, Math was typically the one subject he'd always reliably kept up in-- no top scorer in the class, of course, but he held his own far more respectably than, say, that one ill-advised year of computer science.
He shuddered at the mere thought of that hellhole. Impossible to focus on and impossible to comprehend without the entirety of his focus from start-to-finish:
A catch-22 straight from the maw of Loki himself!
Slinging his bookbag over his shoulder in that typically highschoolerish, nonchalant-looking way, Luke shook the demons free from his head and filed out with the rest of the class, freely partaking in idle chatter as any of the others came up with it.
Such was his way, as we all knew by now.
Yeah it's a sparring match
lighten up
lighten up
Lavalantula is the best SyFy original movie of all time.
That's just cheesy
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