As an art request, can you please draw Twilight x Pinkie thanks
A very very requested ship
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Twipie for me and my sweetie💖
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just gonna start killing people i dont find funny
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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
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Dogshite website for real
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I wanted to make Signalis characters as lil fucking things....
Im tempted to make these into stickers and put it on my kofi...
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as a lesbian i think men should be allowed to be more slutty
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Arguments for the other suspects/victims in And Then There Were None being the killer
I’ve read the book, I’ve read the play, I’ve seen several adaptations, I know who the killer is. But…what if it had been someone else?
Philip Lombard: “No, I didn’t kill anyone in Africa, not that you lot seemed to care. I’m not a mercenary. I’m a hunter. A big game hunter…”
Emily Brent: Judgemental and cruel- there’s your personality for the killer right there!
Tony Marston: The Talented Mr. Ripley meets Hannibal. “Say, I’ve got an idea for a game…”
Dr. Armstrong: A doctor sees many people die because of the carelessness or wickedness of others. Maybe the best preventative medicine would be to keep it from happening again.
Detective Blore: A cop turned vigilante is practically a cliche, but it would mean a fun twist when we see he’s not as plodding as he wants us to believe.
Mr. and Mrs. Rogers (had to do them together): They’ve spent their lives in service to the rich, and learned all sorts of dark secrets. Now they’ve inherited a bit of money (honestly!), they have the funds to do something about it all.
General MacArthur: Coming home from the war and finding your fellow citizens still killing each other might make you wonder what it was all for. And whether there might be another war to be fought…
Vera Claythorne: Her young charge dying nearly killed her, and then two little children she taught were run down on the street by a speeding maniac. She wrote to her fiancee Hugo and asked him for money for a good cause. Someone had to pay.
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