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Oh my worlds of wonder !!!!!!! BAHAHAHA BAMBI Such beauty 🥲 The likeness, the details-the genetically long T. rex arms, the overzealous eyeballs. You even accurately captured the chronic oral/sinus infection that no doctor has been capable of solving-WE ALL KNOW THIS IS ME. I have never identified with an image more, I am nearly rolling on the floor 😂👏❤️THANK YOU BAMBI *HAPPY HOP OF GRATITUDE* this has been the best birthday of my entire life so far overwhelmed with joy last year I loathed my own life and cried all day my bro is here to party officially starting today I was dying in December My mom purchased my pancreas apparently because it’s back and we’re eating pounds of pancakes Nonplacebo when recording vitals exactly on timeline of the treatments working how has life been so good to me? How has BZP been so good to me?!? THANK YOU ALL SO MUSH 😭❤️This means so mush! Cannot believe anyone remembere this fungus exists! you all are the best! THANK YOU through and through! Virtual hugs and a very merry unbirthday to all! OMGOSH BONUS BDAY Blessings edit: virtual court @lawyer office: “This case is 1 of the most egregious disability denials I have ever seen!” ~ SSI judge in my favor today?!? -Just got a phone call and my referral to UNC endocrinologist for carcinoid/NET finally went through!?!? Over three years of waiting on doctors later being 90% sure I’d figured out what was wrong then. ~I’m eating YUMMY PARTY GOODIES and my body is not rejecting, spiking or suffocating me and I FEEL ALIVE? 😭❤️🌈

It is March the fourth, which also means it's @Mushy the Mushroom's birthday! Please join me in wishing her the mushroomiest birthday of all birthdays!

Oh I am on that as we speak. I was content to let this be kept private despite his many repeated attempts to make a public display of this, but if he keeps this up, I won't hesitate to turn this topic into a public evidence locker including DMs and emails. I am at my wit's end.

Yeah, that's what you said yesterday when you emailed me, (and Essenger) twice, and decided to be belligerent about it before I threatened you with a restraining order or harassment charges. I'm surprised you even made it 24 hours. This person has been up my behind for a solid month now, and I've absolutely had it. Not just myself but others in our communities as well. He will not take no for an answer and every time I try to shut down conversations he comes back again, and again, and again. This is an unhealthy obsession, and the only thing this is accomplishing is to make a scene at my expense. I genuinely don't know how many times I have to ask him to LEAVE ME ALONE before he gets it through his head. If he won't leave me alone on his own accord, I want every shred of conversation to remain so that I can have somebody make him.

Right and wrong according to a community's rules and guidelines is one thing. Sure, you can go back and forth about what you did or didn't do in regards to those rules. But right and wrong are completely different when it comes to interpersonal interactions and personal boundaries. I understand that those sets of interpersonal rules may seem arbitrary, subjective, and changeable, but that doesn't make them optional. And as it seems you've found out, you've discovered just how non-optional those are. As a predictive warning, I also suspect that if you keep dragging this conflict out and trying to drag more people into it, you soon won't be welcome in this community either. Tread more carefully moving forward.

As someone who knows nothing of this situation except what you've posted on this site, it's hard to take you at your word when you seem unable to keep your story straight. A month ago you posted a thread apologising to this Vahkiti person for the alleged stalking, saying it was an unintentional mistake and you misunderstood the rules. Now you're saying Vahkiti and the rest of the community turned on you for no reason and you're being subjected to baseless discrimination. In both accounts, you're trying to portray yourself as the victim, but the two versions of events simply don't line up.

🎶HIGH HIGH HOPES FOR LIVING 🎶 SINGING & NOT SCREAMING WE DIDNT HAVE A DIME or TIME BUT … GAVE MOM A VISION SAID HAVE HIGH HOPES MOMMA SAID DONT GIVE UP IF ITS A LIL COMPLICATED DRS ALL GAVE UP & […] HATED TO SEE US WAITING🎶 THEY CAN SAY IM FAR TOO GONE BUT THEY HAVENT SEEN THE EFFECTS OF […] AND IVE GOT ONE MORE RUN AND I THINK ITS A FIGHT ILL WIN 🎶HIGH HIGH HOPES FOR LIVIN’🎶 this is a rough WIPparody I just am giving the halls of the home a break from the joyous loop blasting about by spamming BZP because have you ever just been HAPPY?!?

IC: Gayle – Valley Of Death Time passed strangely in the wilds. It could be excruciatingly slow, and terrifyingly fast. Every move made navigating Iron Canyon was a strategic one, carefully considered. Every step felt like a journey. Every second felt like an eternity. Gayle’s gaze clung to every crack and crevice in the rockface, her attention drawn to every shallow shuffle and shifting shadow. Years of experience left her senses tensely attuned to every out-of-place sound or sudden movement. In a place like this, she knew an attack could come from any direction. And when it came, it would be over before anyone knew it. That was the way of things out here. Hours – sometimes days – of tension and trepidation, culminating in just a scarce few seconds of furtive fighting. One mistake was often all it took. And then it was over. “Sun’s getting high.” To Gayle, Tueris’ words were like a thunderclap, suddenly shattering the strained silence. She visibly flinched, one hand flying to the handle of the axe at her side. “Keep an eye out for a cave or nook.” Exhaling softly, she lowered her hand again and continued onwards, keeping her eyes peeled for a suitable shelter.

Happy birthday! 🧁

Happy Birthday @Mushy the Mushroom! Not sure how old ye are but hope it was a very good day for ya.

IC: Tueris (Staff NPC; Valley of Death) The first hours of their journey passed somehow without incident, and what first was a relief began slowly to congeal into its own form of dread. The canyon was, by all appearances, dead. Carrion birds watched over them from above, but the sands and the rocks below were devoid of life, and the few crepuscular creatures that had scuttled by their feet in the early hours of the morning had disappeared with the sunlight. Even the reprieve from the desert heat, an undeniable positive, made the valley uncanny, somehow not of this world. Finally, an eerie silence settled over Iron Canyon, and Tueris looked up. “Sun’s getting high. Keep an eye out for a cave or nook.” He did not comment on the absence of the birds. OOC: @Toru Nui @Nato G @Burnmad @~Xemnas~ @oncertainty IC: The Ghost (The Tower) Taldrix knew the movements of the Gatherers better than anyone - anyone except, of course, Crucius and the Ghost himself. She saw a pattern taking shape in the grid, that of the new scouting patterns their leader had instituted, those led by specially-equipped squads: rock steeds with strange cybernetics that made the sand shimmer beneath their feet, scouts with staves that shook the air… OOC: @Toru Nui

A very fancy plate

What is this?

Feel like this should have been done privately...