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orbleglorb · 4 days

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blaseball in the tumblr universe, part 4

(part 3 might be needed for context)

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anonymous asked:

so what exactly did you think was going to happen when you made your tumblr username Official Jessica Telephone?

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idk man i thought maybe before sending an ask, which you have to click on my profile to do, people would see my header that says "not jessica telephone" in all caps. maybe they'd even read my bio that says i'm a 17 year old transmasc named michael living in the uk.

#telephone calls #please please please it is not that hard.

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Working in ILB offices is so fun. Why did my boss just ask me who Donald Trump is.

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Wrong blog but too late to delete now :P

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Wait. So Parker IIIII knows who Ronald Reagan is, but not Donald Trump?

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The Game Band (and me and some others, but mostly TGB) give Commish school lessons on off hours. They've only made it to around the 80s or 90s in history in the eleven-ish years he's been around. I usually do English and Math with him so IDK what's going on there.

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Amazing. What the fuck

#I hope that's not supposed to be confidential #Would rather not get fired #<- Prev honestly I don't think anyone but maybe your coworkers could figure out who you are? #You're pretty good at not sharing personal details outside of this post #Or maybe I've missed a couple of posts idk

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anonymous asked:

You're one to get up on a soapbox about respecting celebrities. You literally named yourself after Mike Townsend.

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i literally named myself after michael the distortion tma

#telephone calls #hitting my head against the wall #also i hate being called mike. lmao #canceling my parents for naming my sister after my grandmother

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what if this was my last straw

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im sorry but the reader is so funny to me. giant eyeball that comes outta nowhere and says "your team is gonna suck absolute shit this season. here's a card and a riddle. fuck you" and then the coin is so clearly trying to get this guy away from blaseball but it doesn't care. comes every earlsiesta and is like "your team has a chance of sucking so bad it hurts. over under under over" and then LEAVES. do we think the coin and the reader are divorced

#i am NOT maintagging this shit

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#i did not check math at all so if the reader would have appeared later than 11 years after pvrker came around pls ignore that #blaseball #fake tumblr #fake tumblr dash #i have several more of these in my drafts

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 2 years

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“Gotcha!” Ronald Knox graces Yana Toboso’s latest website header. ( x )

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #ronald knox #chapter 191 #yana toboso #kuroshitsuji manga

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ikram1909 · 5 months

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the way football standards have changed so much, unless pedri and frenkie start frequently scoring goals I don’t think they’ll ever get the chance to win it. it sucks that the only ppl who ever get the ballon dor are forwards, strikers and attacking mids. I’d love to see araujo win it but he’d need to score a lotttt more headers lol.

It's really all about goals now which is annoying. Most goals don't just happen there needs to be a build up for them and yet the people who do that get zero recognition. Also, its defence that wins you titles and yet how many defenders won a ballon d'or throughout history? Literally three 💀 kinda unrelated but I really think we should make more use of Ronald's goalscoring I feel like he's more clinical than most of our forwards 😭

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whollyjoly · 4 months

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psst, peep that (slightly) different pfp and new blog header 👀👀 (header screencap by the amazing @ronald-speirs)

intro post and masterlist are coming soon so stay tuned!!

#i wanted to keep alton in a flower crown okay #it brings me such joy #and thank you to lou for the header!! it also sparks joy!!!#em speaks

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shedoesntloveme · 2 months

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(OOC)

hello, welcome to the pinned post. there is 2 mods to this blog!

writing this pinned is me, Cade, he/they. and the 2nd mod is Kay, she/they. we are minors so no weird crap.

abt the character n rp- the character is NOT THE PFP/HEADER. his name is 'Ronald Evans' and he is the protagonist of Dead Signal by Reflect Studios.

sorry for any mistakes and such, were just getting started. thats about it!

#rp blog #ask blog #roleplay blog #dead signal #ronald evans #welcome to the game #wttg #wttg2 #welcome to the game 2 #reflect studios #ask me anything

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caseadilla111 · 4 months

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speirs x oc

a/n : another little piece I've been working on, still very rusty and I don’t have a title for this yet so apologies for the less than creative header. I don't have a lot of time to write fan fiction or stories anymore so it's been nice flexing my amateur author muscles the past few days. this is going to be a hefty story, lots of words (like multiple pages worth) so I'll post them in chapters. anyway, enjoy <3

softy Speirs, I like to think he's a classic romantic from the 40s.

*disclaimer: this story is about Speirs as a FICTIONAL character, not the real man himself. any personal back story is fictional besides his place of birth, age, and war history (only WWII). This is NOT a fan fiction of Ronald Speirs, the real veteran war hero. This is based on Matthew Settle's portrayal in Band of Brothers.*

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He sat alone at the bar like he always did nearly every night, but unlike the other regulars at the establishment, he only ever enjoyed a whiskey or two, nursing them for the hours he was there. Ronald Speirs wasn’t the type to drown his sorrows and get piss drunk to block out the memories. He’d rather sit with them, think a bit, and soothe the aches that came with each sip. He was quiet, never people watched, never reacted to the music that played. He just stared at the glass in front of him clenching his jaw every so often. Beautiful women frequented old McCullough’s Pub, dancing and twirling their skirts on swing night when the band was really getting into it, but they never were a distraction for the grizzled and war-torn veteran sitting on his stool.

That is, until she walked through those doors.

Maggie wasn’t one for going out all of the time like her friends Lena and Cecilia, but tonight was a special night. Maggie just graduated college and was home for good now. Lena practically begged her to come out tonight to celebrate, but it was really a ploy to get out and meet some impressionable young men who could be their husbands if they played their cards right. Maggie had been to McCullough’s a few times before, popping in here and there when she’d be home for the holidays, and every time she came, she saw that familiar face, sitting alone on the bar, cradling the whiskey glass in his tense hands.

Lena made it a point to grab the first man she fancied and dragged him to the dance floor, shooting Maggie a look encouraging her to do the same. Cecilia, however, was much more mellow than Lena was. The two shared a glance and laughed at their very enthusiastic friend being swung around the small dance floor as they enjoyed their drinks. Eventually, Cecilia’s beau joined them at the pub and Maggie was now alone at their table. She sipped at her beer, watching, and laughing over the music at her two best friends dancing the night away, only to have her gaze stray over to her right and land on the lone man sitting at the bar. He never once looked up or moved from his seat. Not even when he heard the cackling of laughter coming from the dance floor or the cacophony of noise from the live band. Maggie did notice, however, he would flinch here and there any time a glass dropped from behind the bar or a door slammed shut somewhere in the back.

Perhaps driven by liquid courage, her curiosity, or just plain boredom of watching her friends dancing with their men, Maggie took her beer and made her way toward the man at the bar. She placed her half full glass one seat away from him before she spoke. “May I?” Her sweet voice seemed to shake the man from his trance a bit, he blinked a few times before turning to her, stunned for a moment before muttering a “yeah, sure.” Maggie sat, a single barstool separating them, and she brought her glass to her lips, hoping this next sip will bring her enough moxie to do what she normally wouldn’t have done and hour or so ago. “So, what are you celebrating?” She smiled, waiting for him to smile back and joyfully answer, only to be let down with reality. Ron scoffed and looked at her for a moment before answering. “Life.” He watched as her smile began to fade ever so slightly and he felt a pang of regret with his harshness.

“What are…what are you celebrating?” He awkwardly asked, clearing his through in the middle of it hoping to shake the foul mood he seemed to radiate to the other patrons of the pub that he was not previously aware of prior to this encounter. Maggie’s smile returned slightly, maybe this wasn’t a bad idea after all. “I graduated.” She answered cheerfully, and she saw a curious expression come across his face. “College, I graduated college!” Relief now replaced the curiosity in Ron, Maggie giggled at the obvious worry that was hanging in the air for a moment. “Well, here’s to you graduating.” Ron raised his glass and gestured it toward the young woman beside him, and she raised her glass in return to him. “And to celebrating your life!” Ron raised his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, knowing they should not be celebrating his life, or at least the events that made up his life.

A few moments of silence filled the space between them before Maggie decided to speak up again. Typically, she didn't have to try this hard to pull a conversation from a man. She was a fairly attractive young woman and was easy to talk to, why was this so difficult? “So, do you co—” Ron rolled his eyes and cut her off before she could finish.

“Listen, kid—" “Maggie.” “Maggie." He said with a bit of an attitude. "I’m not really one for small talk, okay? That’s great you graduated and all, congrats, you know, hip hip hooray, I can buy you a drink if that’s what you want but please, spare me.” Ron finally spat out, only to feel immense guilt at the words he just let vomit out of his mouth as he saw the expression on the young woman's face in front of him change. She looked like a maimed dog, helpless, big sad eyes, the light escaping them as soon as he shot her down. She shrunk in on herself, finishing her beer in a gulp, glancing at the dance floor almost willing the song to be over so she can go talk to her friends about the jerk at the bar.

Ron was kicking himself. You asshole. Are you allergic to compassion? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before signaling for the bar tender. “Hey, ki—Maggie, I…I’m sorry. That was—” “Rude.” “Rude is a bit kinder than what I would have said but yes, rude. I’m sorry. I just, I’m not used to the small talk. I come here to just sort of, you know, relax.” The bar tender was now in front of Ron and was drying his hands on the front of his stained apron. “Can I get a uh, a beer, you still want beer?” He looked at Maggie now, and to her surprise he was buying her a drink. “Oh please, you don’t have to.” “Yeah, I do. One beer please and uh, I’ll take another.” He tapped his nearly empty glass with his knuckle and the bar keep was off to fulfill the order.

The drinks were slid in front of them now and Maggie graciously took her glass, the golden ale brimming the crystal in her hands. “Thank you, uh…” she struggled to place a name to the face in front of her, probably because no name was ever given to her before during their awkward and hostile exchange. “Ron. And it’s my pleasure. Really kid, congrats on graduating, that’s a big feat not many can achieve. Here’s to you.” He raised his new glass and Maggie met it in the middle of the space between them with hers, clinking them together ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry for that…outburst…I typically just keep to myself here so, not used to the chit chat.” Ron looked down into the amber liquid in front of him, hoping to find better words to carry a conversation somewhere deep in his glass. Maggie gave a toothless grin, not entirely sure what to say to make this awkward exchange less so. Ron could feel the tension he created with his outburst and attempted to ease it, though he was out of practice with this sort of conversation with people, let alone with a beautiful young broad like herself.

“What did you get your degree in?” He brought his glass to his lips and sipped as he watched her now, taking in the woman seated with him, he didn’t take a moment before to really look at her but the way the warm light from the bar illuminated her features was mesmerizing, her hair was almost a burning golden hue with the reflection of the light on her curly brown tresses, almost like the halos shrouding the Saints he saw in the churches over there in Europe.

“History, bachelors in history.” Maggie licked the foam of her beer from her lips as she answered, nodding her head after while trying to think of a return question for Ron only for him to beat her to it. “So what now?” “Uh, I think I’ll teach.” “Really? Wow, smart girl then, huh?” Ron was actually impressed, but he sure had a way of showing it. It was as if his brain and vocal cords were working against him here. But Maggie laughed a bit, easing Ron of any worry of insult he may have inflicted on her unintentionally by calling her a smart girl as if she were a child.

As the night went on and the drinks were flowing for Maggie, the two began to get along just fine. So fine to the point Maggie had forgotten she had come to the pub with her two girl friends, who now were watching their friend like a hawk from their table, their beaus hovering over them like two protective lions.

Ron started loosening up after talking with her for a few minutes, smiling his signature Ronald Speirs smile, laughing every so often and the jokes she said and asking questions when he could. The mood had made a complete turn from what it was when this young, funny, intelligent woman sat a barstool away from the hardened war hero.

Their conversation was cut short however when Lena and Cecilia came over, Lena clearing her throat to draw Maggie’s attention from Ron to her friends now. “It’s late, we should get going Maggie.” Maggie looked at the watch on her wrist, gasping for a moment when she realized just how long she and the solitary man were chatting for. “It is late…” she frowned toward Ron and he shot her a solemn toothless smirk, nodding his head in agreement and closing his eyes briefly. “It was great meeting you Ron, I had a wonderful time.” Maggie extended a hand to Ron, to which he grasped with his and gave her a firm shake. “Likewise.” He smiled this time, a real Captain Ronald “Sparky” Speirs smile, and he could have sworn he saw her blush. “Okay you two, let’s go.” Cecelia laughed and grabbed Maggie’s free hand, almost dragging her away from the bar and away from Ron. He watched as Maggie faded away with the night when a thought crossed his mind. Maybe it’s too late, did I miss it? No. Go, you idiot!

Ron turned hoping to see them still in the pub but the ladies and their two chaperones were already out the door. Ron hesitated, calculating his next move like he always does, and threw down some cash onto the bar before hastily leaving the pub. “Maggie!” He called out again once he was outside. Luckily, they hadn’t gotten too far, they weren’t even in the cars yet. Maggie turned to Ron’s voice and smiled before turning back to her friends, who smiled back and shooed her away. “Maggie…” Ron started, a little breathy as his adrenaline was pumping and he practically leapt off of his barstool to catch her. “…I had a good time tonight. Thank you for keeping me company, talking to me.” “Of course, Ron.” Maggie smirked and bowed her head a bit, a loose curl falling onto her forehead before being swept back by the cool summer breeze. “May I see you again?” Ron was a confident man, but something about this young woman humbled him, so much so that he felt like a schoolboy again asking his honey to the dance. There was a pause after he asked, he could almost see the question hanging there between them, in bright red letters, dripping in anticipation. Maggie blushed and self-consciously tucked her auburn locks behind her ear. “I would like that very much so, Ron. Yes.” She smiled and Ron smiled back, he admired the way she looked bathed in the moonlight now. There is no lighting she wouldn’t look good in I bet.

“Oh!” Maggie reached into her handbag and pulled out her pocket pad and pencil, scribbled down a number, tore the page out and handed it to Ron, which he graciously took while simultaneously holding onto her hand. “Call me between 7:30 and 5:15. We eat dinner around 5:30-6 so no phone calls. And I’m free every day except for Sundays.” Ron chuckled at her instructions but nodded, agreeing to the conditions. “Well, it was great meeting you Ron.” “It was great meeting you too, Maggie.” They both paused for a moment, not sure who should make the first move until Maggie decided it would be her who stood on her tip toes and gave Ron a sweet peck on the cheek before turning back to join her friends and head home for the night.Ron stood in the lot, cheek tingling from the kiss, and watched as this remarkable young woman walked away from him. He came to McCullough’s as he did any other night that he couldn’t escape his mind and the memories of who he once was, but he never expected to be revived to his former self tonight by a bright beautiful girl who decided to take a chance on the solitary man sitting on his own at the bar.

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eric was only a starter bc we had no one else now w inigo and faye he prob will never even come off the bench

in 21-22? He was a starter or a supersub for Piqué bc the other options were Lenglet (played on loan for the Spurs in 22-23) or Mingueza (Masia kid who was sold to Celta FC in 22-23) and even though the first leg of that season he was sketchy after Xavi came he started playing a lot better and was def better than the rest. In pre season 22-23 Xavi played Eric and Andreas Christensen as CB starters more than once, did the same for Rayo Vallecano, the first game of the league and for the next game vs Real Sociedad he was a starter with Andreas and Ronald. So, even with everyone healthy he too was a starter before he took a dip after having discomfort in a thigh, I think it was. After that Andreas just adapted so well he even benched Koundé, Jules got lucky that he could play RB, bc Andreas was going to bench him in important games. Our start CB couple is Ronald and Andreas, no doubt now. I never understood why Xavi played Alonso over Eric bc even though Marcos can be good with headers and some defending options, is taller than Eric, the type of mistakes he made in passing that costs us goals Eric would not have made, but Xavi must have not liked what he was seeing at training or something, dunno. Bc of what you said with Iñigo and Masia kids like Chadi Riad and our now Barça Atletic kid Faye I don’t see Eric playing as CB, he either plays as CDM, or is out to play on loan or transfer. He wants to stay, though,that we know.

#eric garcia #anon answered

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le010n11 · 1 year

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I'm in need of some Ronald araújo pics & gifs!!

I have been looking for gifs of him to use as a header but couldn't fine any :⁠'⁠(

#i love him so much i can't even explain it #he is so bbygirl #i love my defender #ronald araujo #can someone appreciate this man with me ?#that's all i ask for #Barça #fc barcelona #la liga

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fringeheaded · 10 months

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I just smoked a bowl and upon seeing this ad and the Check Out These Blogs header on suggested blogs I started uncontrollably laughing thinking it was a post but now I’am realizing why Ronald Reagan wanted this shit off the street

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autisticsupervillain · 2 years

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I keep forgetting I made this image my header so every time I look at my blog I get a Ronald Reigen jumpscare.

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falsebooles123 · 2 years

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Dairy of a Horror Buff 8.18.22

ugh so my boss was just being super fucking bigoted towards unhoused people and it was just totally not the vibe. I really don't want to talk about it but yeah this has been a stressful day. Also I am listening to one of the best hyperpop songs ever. When I Rule The World by LIZ. ugh this song makes me want to have a hot dom girlfriend slap a pink dog collar on my neck. Hello I'm a freak.

let's be honest kakegurui is for bottoms.

now that I've revealed my degeneracy lets get into it.

The Ash-Tree dir. Lawrence Gordon Clark

so to be honest I was only have paying attention to this one. Local rich boy like bruh I got this sweet missus so lets talk about expanding the family burial plot because thats a thing people were obsessed with in the olden times apparently.

essentially as hes doing this he keeps getting flashbacks to ancestor RIchboi who is condeming a woman as a vvitch. *le gasp.

usually I would love this and if I watched it again I probably will but for now i kind just know this exists and I've seen it technically so yeah.

I love that bitches be obsessed with Misha Collins, I'm Bitches.

ok so because it sounds like fun lets watch PSA's that are listed as horror on Letterboxd. a PSA isn't an official category but theres a few list we can look at. Also if your PSA isn't a glorified snuff film is it even good just saying. I watched a woman get hit by a train as a child and I have never played on the yellow line. also theres like no passenger trains in my area which is ironic given my towns history.

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Electrical Substation, Stay Safe Stay Out (1989) dir. Unknown.

first I am annoyed that apparently Tumblr does have header capabilities. Second yassss child murder. this is what makes PSA's fucking terrifrying.

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Forklift driver Klaus - The first day on job (2001) dir. Jörg Wagner & Stefan Prehn

How to know if your fave is Forklift certified. also this is only a minute in and I am already terrified of the stabby forks that are fork lifts.

So apparently this is a "fictional educational film" which like I definetly get it because this is full of garish Final Destination Humor but also at the same time this has some legetimetly good advice about Folklift Driving. I could honestly see a film like this that is legit but also teaching me about these things.

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Robbie (1979) dir. Ronald Dunkley

wow imagine your country investing in public transportation and actually being able to use trains. #couldn'tbeme.

Ok so this film leterally starts with our tituler character Robbie. being like heys I'm a train nerd and you know whats cool are newly expanded public infrastructure. Thanks Thatcher.

ok so like I was making a joke but Margaret Thatcher was elected in 1979.

also this is a pretty standard PSA's some children are like hey lets do dumb shit and then Child Mutalation. ugh theres something so fucked up PSA's. also this one was like what if we literally just filmed a mother have to come to terms with her children becoming parapelegic. Also apparently there is three different versions of this were they hurt Robbie in three different ways.

OK ok they literally were just like see this dog and this baby. Dead if you ever cut a hole in a railray fence. God I love PSA's there so extra.

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COI: Lonely Water (1973) dir. Jeff Grant

A FACELESS SPECTRE TO HARINGE YOU OF YOUR CRIMES.

JK this is a short PSA were the spooky grim reapers like hey bitch swin with a friend don't be an idiot.

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Lynx-The Scavengers (1987) dir. Unknown

so this is a short Anti-Fur PSA by what I assume is by the Lynx Educational Trust for Animal Welfair. This one is lynchian and bloody. Don't wear real fur folks or at least source it ethically.

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Set Yourself Free (2014) dir. Unknown

ok this has such late 2000s music video vibes and I love this. Also I wasn't fucking expecting land mines. Like who was expecting fucking land mines.

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Julie Knew Her Killer (1998) dir. Unknown

so this is one of my favorite PSA's of All Time. Theres something so sinister about it. the way its phrased the horror of being in that situration. How suddenly it happens. theres a reason why we remember PSA's and this is one of them.

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The Haunted Mouth (1974) dir. Unknown

OK I want to mention this was produced by colgate which I find personally hilarious.

BREAKING NEWS: THE SHADE OF PESTILENCE IS UPSETTIE SPAGHETTI THAT YOUR BAD AT FLOSSING AND HE'S BEING UNDERSTIMULATED.

I legetimetly love the concept of a ghost whos like yaaas teeth but also bestie like its not fun if you don't fight a little let me show you how to floss.

Ok folks I think that is enought PSA's for today. I may come back to this during the month. I may not we'll see.

#diary #letterboxchallenge #horror #letterboxd #horrormovies #horror shorts #Youtube

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