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dailymola · 2 years
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Eric talking about Mola in a new interview  ( ◠‿◠✿)
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trmconfess · 11 months
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SEJAM TODES BEM VINDES AO BLOG DE CONFISSÕES! Para um bom funcionamento desse lugar e maior interatividade das confissões, estarei estabelecendo algumas regras para este blog. Não se preocupem porque não são muitas. Fiquem ligados:
As confissões serão postadas quanto tiverem uma boa quantidade (acima de cinco) e com uma frequência de duas a três vezes por semana, dependendo da disponibilidade de quem vos fala.
Os personagens poderão ser citados apenas duas vezes por semana. Não quero que as confissões foquem em determinados personagens, ships ou grupos, isso não será permitido.
Não postarei cantadas para os personagens, apenas comentários sobre personagens e sobre o que acontece na dash. Não postarei coisas como “Florinda, seu pai é padeiro? Porque você é um sonho!”, mas posso postar algo do tipo “Florinda, pisa em mim igual você pisou no Seu Madruga no refeitório” (sendo referente a uma suposta interação no refeitório). Deu para compreender? Não quero postar apenas coisas vazias, mas conteúdos que vão ajudar no engajamento ooc. Também não postarei confissões consideradas agressivas ou passivo-agressivas.
Não me cobrem :( Se não foi postado, é porque não chegou ou quebra alguma regra. 
É ISSO, que vocês gostem e aproveitem bastante. A partir de agora as confissões estão liberadas!
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graveseer-young · 5 months
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left.
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Age— 43 (sep 14 - Virgo) Originally from—  Beckley, West Virginia Previous community — ?, South Carolina Previous job— worker in a medical supply factory Community job— grave overseer Living Arrangements —RV near the solar panel yard , joined may 2042 Family — Beth (sister) , Winter (cat)
Colin Young was born the younger brother of Beth Young and youngest child of Martin and Rose Young in West Virginia. The two kids were completely different people - Beth was bright, outgoing and incredibly popular, whereas Colin was more of a social introvert. He preferred being on his own with minimal social interactions. He found that he preferred observing people, since their actions spoke louder than words. He had very few friends and to him, that was perfectly okay. But being the social loner, Colin was often ridiculed. Beth did her best to try and help him learn how to be less awkward with people and less weird while also shielding him from too much ridicule from her own peers. Eventually Beth did help him to get a little bit more out of his shell so he could blend with his own peers but Colin always felt more comfortable in quiet environments, playing guitar, listening to country music and playing video games on his computer in his room.
Upon graduating from high school, Colin moved in with his sister for a time. He didn’t have any aspirations to go to college. Instead he got a job at a local factory. The job was simple - overlook the production of medical supplies. It was simple and straightforward and didn’t call for much human interaction. Honestly, it was the perfect job for him. The work paid well enough and after a few years he was able to buy himself an RV. Beth wanted to see her brother live up to the potential that she knew he had but he was quite content with his life. But even after he moved out, the two kept in contact. He would come over for holidays and special occasions and she would check on him to make sure that he was taken care of.
Colin had been on his way to work when the news broke about the virus. He went back to his RV and drove to his sister’s place to gather supplies and get out of the city. It was a little bit of a tight living but they were better on their own instead of surrounded by people. The one time that being on their own was better than surrounded by people. For about a year they were able to survive in his RV, constantly moving and never staying in place for too long. That was until they started to get low on supplies. They traveled for a bit before happening upon a community in South Carolina. They were there for a few months but they quickly had to leave after an infected person came into town and started to turn people within the community. After that, Colin had sworn off communities. It seemed much safer to be on their own than surrounded by people.
Beth and Colin had argued over that fact. Colin thought it was more logical and practical to be on their own - less likely to be injured or turned because of people who made stupid decisions. But Beth had her own logical reasonings for communities and asked him to be open to the idea. That’s when they happened upon Redwood. Colin was not all that thrilled about sticking around and had thought about leaving Beth there and going off on his own, but Beth begged him to stay, and so he did. His outlook, though, is rather pessimistic. He saw what happened at the old community and Redwood was much bigger than the last. Something was bound to go wrong. He opted to oversee the graveyard - that way he was outside of the walls in case the worst should happen and it was away from people, for the most part. After all, the further away from people he was, the less likely the worst could happen. Headcanons:
Has a grey cat named Winter. Colin adopted Winter a few years before the apocalypse happened. Winter can be found wandering around the graveyard when Colin is on duty or galloping across the solar panel yard but wherever Colin goes, Winter is not far behind.
His left arm still causes him issues. The pain is mostly manageable but when it gets cold the pain flares up more than usual. It’s still pretty functional but he avoids using it when he can.
Colin’s sister, Beth, wants him to try to socialize more and he certainly does try but he feels more comfortable on his own. He’s borderline a hermit but would prefer to be outside.
Can play guitar and has an affinity for country music.
has alexithymia from the brain damage resulting from the factory accident
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thewebcomicsreview · 4 months
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komihn · 5 months
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Launching my first art blogs with a small comic based on the amazing words of Ursula K. Le Guin!
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elwenyere · 5 months
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— Ursula K. Le Guin, from “A Rant About ‘Technology’”
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obvs acab but the scottish police force have the chance to do the funniest thing right now
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spacecravat · 9 months
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i refuse to join more social media websites. if all the ones i'm on die, i hope i can recover my teenage self's ability to read a book a day instead
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leclercari · 3 months
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i need everyone to hear the story of colman domingo meeting his husband bc it's just the most beautiful thing i've ever heard
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kitkatpancakestack · 7 days
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unavoidable that you will be the villain in someone else's story. You will be painted in an unfavorable light. You will be the irredeemable one. and all of this will happen despite how nice you might usually be or how kind or how respectful or how warm. and you will just have to move on.
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suncaptor · 4 months
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Let's go
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dailymola · 2 years
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Don’t be sad, be yappy!
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iamnotajackolantern · 4 months
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tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now
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planet-nox · 7 months
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wearing no panties around the house 24/7 so you can bend me over and breed me whenever you like
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v1ckycupid · 3 months
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walk up behind me, flip up my skirt, move my panties to the side and slip your cock in whenever you want. keep pounding me over and over and over again until i’m struggling to stand properly. when you cum, keep going. use the old cum for lube. only leave me when you want to, but leave me a sore, used, dripping mess.
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