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Are You Even Nonby

You Mother Fucker. Do you think a Cis would be able to do this? Pulls out a gun and kills you right between the eyes. I look at you bleeding out and sigh. It didn't have to be like this. My inner Darkness took over me... I begin to cry. I am so sorry, Anon. We did not need to be enemies... We could have been Non Binary together.

my liege are you a rarijack or a appledash fan

In my AU, everyone is Applejack's bitch. She is the top Dom, the big daddy Alpha. All the ponies in Equestria yearn for a tate of her Apple if you know what I am saying. So much so they are willing to kill for her. They make her an Alicorn and she takes over Equestria with her Harem

Paleontologist: I became a paleontologist because dinosaurs are cool

Astronomer: I became an astronomer because space is cool

Chemist: I became a chemist because explosions are cool

Archeologist: I became an archeologist because Indiana Jones is cool

Mycologist: I. Fucking. LOVE. Mushrooms.

Paleontologist: Uh…

Mycologist: IWillLiterallyMurderYouJustSoICanWatchFungiBreakDownYourDecayingRemainsDon’tTestMeBoneBoy

The Pope, desperate to avoid ever interacting with JD Vance again, went to the one place the Vice President couldn't follow: heaven.

Who is this ?

finally got the motivation to draw again (kinda)

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tfw = two fucking weiners

My mid tri exams are in two days, I think I'm going mad.

Hi my name is Don Quixote of La Mancha the Knight of the Rueful Figure and I have a rueful figure (that's how I got my name) with purple bruised ribs and tall stature and gaunt features and hair turning gray and a rather hooked aquiline nose and large black drooping mustaches and a lot of people tell me I look like Amadís of Gaul (AN: if u don’t know who he is begone!). I’m not related to Lady Oriana but I wish I was because she’s an incomparable flowering beauty. I’m a knight errant but some of my teeth and grinders are missing. I have long lank limbs. I’m also a defender of damsels, protector of orphans, succourer of the needy, righter of wrongs, undoer of injustice, and I wander a magic countryside called the mountains of Spain where I’m in my first year of knighthood (I’m forty-nine). I’m a gentleman (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly armor. I love my great-grandfather's forgotten corner of the house and I cobble together all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a doublet of fine cloth with matching shoes and velvet breeches and a helmet, morion, visor, breastplate and backpiece. I was riding outside La Mancha. It was early morning so the rays of the sun fell obliquely and the heat did not distress me, which I was very happy about. A lot of giants stared at me. I put up my pasteboard visor at them.