Pretty self-explanatory. It hurt like a bitch, got a mild concussion.

Pretty self-explanatory. It hurt like a bitch, got a mild concussion.

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Wow Google, thank you for the stunning support! The effort you put into representing this cause is fantastic! Like, wow, this doesn’t even compare to what you did for the DW 50th!

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The Google Doodle usually depicts holidays, fun anniversaries, and exciting events.  More serious causes, like remembering 9/11, anti-abuse, and cancer awareness, are represented in a solemn manner with a ribbon at the bottom of the page.  The ribbon is a more respectful way for Google to show support than plastering it on every page in the form of a novelty “doodle,” especially when it may be triggering to some Google users.

THANK YOU

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mama-connor:

Wow Google, thank you for the stunning support! The effort you put into representing this cause is fantastic! Like, wow, this doesn’t even compare to what you did for the DW 50th!

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The Google Doodle usually depicts holidays, fun anniversaries, and exciting events.  More serious causes, like remembering 9/11, anti-abuse, and cancer awareness, are represented in a solemn manner with a ribbon at the bottom of the page.  The ribbon is a more respectful way for Google to show support than plastering it on every page in the form of a novelty “doodle,” especially when it may be triggering to some Google users.

THANK YOU

#not dead,

Sorry everyone! I’m not dead, I was just super sick for a time there. It became really hard to do anything outside of the usual alpaca chores, so I ended up kinda falling off the earth to a lot of people. But I’m back to some extent, feel free to message if you wanna chat or start an RP with Leon or Dean.

Sorry everyone! I’m not dead, I was just super sick for a time there. It became really hard to do anything outside of the usual alpaca chores, so I ended up kinda falling off the earth to a lot of people. But I’m back to some extent, feel free to message if you wanna chat or start an RP with Leon or Dean.

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He chuckled a little, admiring the way she effortlessly handled the pile of luggage. What seemed like a lot a moment ago so effortlessly hung off her muscled, toned body. He caught himself letting his eyes wander a bit, so he inhaled sharply and said, “Well, let’s get going.” He led her to the Impala, the black body glistening with little droplets of water from the rain that had begun. Beads of water streamed off the car’s hard lines, suggesting a recent wax job. Dean lovingly stroked the back of the car as he approached it, then turned to Viridiana. “Would you like your things in the trunk, or the back seat?”

She was adjusting her belts when they walked out.  ”If its okay with you, i’d like to have this smaller bag with me, but the rest can go in the trunk, its your ca-” Her eyes widened at the sight of the glimmering vehicle in front of her.  ”Wow.  Haven’t seen one in this good of condition for a long time. It’s perfect.”  She muttered silently.  She eyed the Impala with wonder, as she followed him.  ”1966?”  She glanced at him with wondering eyes.

He couldn’t help but grin wildly at her recognition of his Baby, so he proudly introduced her. “1967, V8 327 4 barrel engine, 275 horsepower, fully restored her myself a couple years back. Let’s just say, she’s been in the family for a long time.” He lovingly caressed the trunk before opening it for her and helped her load the larger bags. “And of course, you can keep whatever you want with you up front. Just be careful not to spill any of that milky coffee on anything.” He winked at her, grinning.

She whistled, and placed a hand on her hip.  ”Shes a beauty, seems you did a fantastic job at restoring her.”   She smiled right back at him.  ”I promise I wont spill anything.  I wouldn’t want to damage such a wonderful vehicle.”  Making sure her things were in the trunk she walked past him, and made her way to the passengers side.

Dean glanced at the false bottom of the trunk, not sure if she didn’t notice, or didn’t care that his arsenal was under there. But he remembered that she didn’t seem too interested in guns, so he just closed the trunk and got in the driver’s side. “Sorry if the seat is adjusted really strangely, it’s usually occupied by my moose of a brother. So adjust it however makes you comfortable.” He started the car, the engine roaring to life, then calming to an idle growl before he started to drive away.

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Viridiana looked towards the sound.  She stood up from the floor.and walked over. Opening the door she peeked out.  Seeing the man in front of her she smiled slightly, and opened it fully..  ”Well hello.”  Her long white t-shirt that she was wearing went down to her knees, and covered the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, and her hair was in a messy bun on her head. “Sorry.  I just need to finish packing, and we can go.”  She turned and walked back over to her suitcase.  She left the door open for him.

Dean faltered at the sight of her in such little clothing, making him a bit flustered and giggly. “Should I have brought some coffee? I can go get some,” he offered. He followed her into the room and looked around, although unable to tear his gaze off of her for long. “There’s no rush, take all the time you need,” Dean said, trailing off a bit as he stared at her legs.

Looking at her suitcases she began to shove clothing into them, leaving out a pair of skinny jeans, a shirt, socks, and her hoodie.  She glanced back at him with a smile.  ”If you’d really like to, I can lend you some money for mine.” 

"Oh, coffee, right." Dean shook his head a little and blinked a few times, swallowing hard. "Don’t worry about the money, I got this. How do you take it? I mean, what do you want in it, if anything?" Dean awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"I’ll take a Cappuccino, a little bit extra milk please.  That should do. When you get back ill be ready." She smiled. and zipped up her suitcase.  She lifted a large bag up on the bed, and zipped it up as well.

Dean smiled at her. “Ok, I’ll be back with that.” He turned to leave, but bumped into a chair at the table, cursing sonuvabitch under his breath before continuing out the door. Well, Dean thought, this is nice and awkward.

He returned after about 20 minutes, cappuccino and black coffee in hand, and knocked at her door again.

Placing her last blade in her large weapons bag, she looked up. “Come in!” She shouted. Her hair was down and combed lightly keeping its usual waves, and she was dressed in her clothes she had laid out. Placing her trusty dagger in her boot she double checked her bags making sure she had everything.

Dean balanced the two cups of coffee as he opened the door. “Hey,” he said, smiling at her. He was sad to see the baggy white t-shirt go, but felt like there might be a chance of him not making a total fool of himself. He frowned a little at that thought, his eyebrows crunching down over his eyes. What is the matter with me, he thought. He shook his head a little and smiled again, and held out the cappuccino to her. “Here, I hope it’s not too terrible. There’s only one diner in town with an espresso machine.” He looked at her bags around the motel room. “You walk with all this?”

"Ohhh~. Thank you so much" She smiled greatly at him taking the drink. She glanced back at her bags "Mhm. Everywhere." She stood beside him taking a sip of her drink. "It’s not THAT much." Placing the drink on the table she grabbed her weapons bag and put the strap over her shoulder. Strapping the smaller bag to her waist, she grabbed her suitcase. Taking one last glance around, she looked at him. "I’m good to go." She grabbed the drink once again, and took another sip of it.

He chuckled a little, admiring the way she effortlessly handled the pile of luggage. What seemed like a lot a moment ago so effortlessly hung off her muscled, toned body. He caught himself letting his eyes wander a bit, so he inhaled sharply and said, “Well, let’s get going.” He led her to the Impala, the black body glistening with little droplets of water from the rain that had begun. Beads of water streamed off the car’s hard lines, suggesting a recent wax job. Dean lovingly stroked the back of the car as he approached it, then turned to Viridiana. “Would you like your things in the trunk, or the back seat?”

She was adjusting her belts when they walked out.  ”If its okay with you, i’d like to have this smaller bag with me, but the rest can go in the trunk, its your ca-” Her eyes widened at the sight of the glimmering vehicle in front of her.  ”Wow.  Haven’t seen one in this good of condition for a long time. It’s perfect.”  She muttered silently.  She eyed the Impala with wonder, as she followed him.  ”1966?”  She glanced at him with wondering eyes.

He couldn’t help but grin wildly at her recognition of his Baby, so he proudly introduced her. “1967, V8 327 4 barrel engine, 275 horsepower, fully restored her myself a couple years back. Let’s just say, she’s been in the family for a long time.” He lovingly caressed the trunk before opening it for her and helped her load the larger bags. “And of course, you can keep whatever you want with you up front. Just be careful not to spill any of that milky coffee on anything.” He winked at her, grinning.

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Perfect Jontron mugshot. He’s like a deer in the headlights.

It’s amazing, I knew immediately this was from “Nightshade: The Claws of HEUGH”

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Perfect Jontron mugshot. He’s like a deer in the headlights.

It’s amazing, I knew immediately this was from “Nightshade: The Claws of HEUGH”

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Viridiana looked towards the sound.  She stood up from the floor.and walked over. Opening the door she peeked out.  Seeing the man in front of her she smiled slightly, and opened it fully..  ”Well hello.”  Her long white t-shirt that she was wearing went down to her knees, and covered the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, and her hair was in a messy bun on her head. “Sorry.  I just need to finish packing, and we can go.”  She turned and walked back over to her suitcase.  She left the door open for him.

Dean faltered at the sight of her in such little clothing, making him a bit flustered and giggly. “Should I have brought some coffee? I can go get some,” he offered. He followed her into the room and looked around, although unable to tear his gaze off of her for long. “There’s no rush, take all the time you need,” Dean said, trailing off a bit as he stared at her legs.

Looking at her suitcases she began to shove clothing into them, leaving out a pair of skinny jeans, a shirt, socks, and her hoodie.  She glanced back at him with a smile.  ”If you’d really like to, I can lend you some money for mine.” 

"Oh, coffee, right." Dean shook his head a little and blinked a few times, swallowing hard. "Don’t worry about the money, I got this. How do you take it? I mean, what do you want in it, if anything?" Dean awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"I’ll take a Cappuccino, a little bit extra milk please.  That should do. When you get back ill be ready." She smiled. and zipped up her suitcase.  She lifted a large bag up on the bed, and zipped it up as well.

Dean smiled at her. “Ok, I’ll be back with that.” He turned to leave, but bumped into a chair at the table, cursing sonuvabitch under his breath before continuing out the door. Well, Dean thought, this is nice and awkward.

He returned after about 20 minutes, cappuccino and black coffee in hand, and knocked at her door again.

Placing her last blade in her large weapons bag, she looked up. “Come in!” She shouted. Her hair was down and combed lightly keeping its usual waves, and she was dressed in her clothes she had laid out. Placing her trusty dagger in her boot she double checked her bags making sure she had everything.

Dean balanced the two cups of coffee as he opened the door. “Hey,” he said, smiling at her. He was sad to see the baggy white t-shirt go, but felt like there might be a chance of him not making a total fool of himself. He frowned a little at that thought, his eyebrows crunching down over his eyes. What is the matter with me, he thought. He shook his head a little and smiled again, and held out the cappuccino to her. “Here, I hope it’s not too terrible. There’s only one diner in town with an espresso machine.” He looked at her bags around the motel room. “You walk with all this?”

"Ohhh~. Thank you so much" She smiled greatly at him taking the drink. She glanced back at her bags "Mhm. Everywhere." She stood beside him taking a sip of her drink. "It’s not THAT much." Placing the drink on the table she grabbed her weapons bag and put the strap over her shoulder. Strapping the smaller bag to her waist, she grabbed her suitcase. Taking one last glance around, she looked at him. "I’m good to go." She grabbed the drink once again, and took another sip of it.

He chuckled a little, admiring the way she effortlessly handled the pile of luggage. What seemed like a lot a moment ago so effortlessly hung off her muscled, toned body. He caught himself letting his eyes wander a bit, so he inhaled sharply and said, “Well, let’s get going.” He led her to the Impala, the black body glistening with little droplets of water from the rain that had begun. Beads of water streamed off the car’s hard lines, suggesting a recent wax job. Dean lovingly stroked the back of the car as he approached it, then turned to Viridiana. “Would you like your things in the trunk, or the back seat?”

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trying to write essays

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what does this mean

have u ever written an essay

I’m just impressed that someone made a GIF of themselves punching a banana.

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Viridiana looked towards the sound.  She stood up from the floor.and walked over. Opening the door she peeked out.  Seeing the man in front of her she smiled slightly, and opened it fully..  ”Well hello.”  Her long white t-shirt that she was wearing went down to her knees, and covered the fact that she wasn’t wearing pants, and her hair was in a messy bun on her head. “Sorry.  I just need to finish packing, and we can go.”  She turned and walked back over to her suitcase.  She left the door open for him.

Dean faltered at the sight of her in such little clothing, making him a bit flustered and giggly. “Should I have brought some coffee? I can go get some,” he offered. He followed her into the room and looked around, although unable to tear his gaze off of her for long. “There’s no rush, take all the time you need,” Dean said, trailing off a bit as he stared at her legs.

Looking at her suitcases she began to shove clothing into them, leaving out a pair of skinny jeans, a shirt, socks, and her hoodie.  She glanced back at him with a smile.  ”If you’d really like to, I can lend you some money for mine.” 

"Oh, coffee, right." Dean shook his head a little and blinked a few times, swallowing hard. "Don’t worry about the money, I got this. How do you take it? I mean, what do you want in it, if anything?" Dean awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"I’ll take a Cappuccino, a little bit extra milk please.  That should do. When you get back ill be ready." She smiled. and zipped up her suitcase.  She lifted a large bag up on the bed, and zipped it up as well.

Dean smiled at her. “Ok, I’ll be back with that.” He turned to leave, but bumped into a chair at the table, cursing sonuvabitch under his breath before continuing out the door. Well, Dean thought, this is nice and awkward.

He returned after about 20 minutes, cappuccino and black coffee in hand, and knocked at her door again.

Placing her last blade in her large weapons bag, she looked up. “Come in!” She shouted. Her hair was down and combed lightly keeping its usual waves, and she was dressed in her clothes she had laid out. Placing her trusty dagger in her boot she double checked her bags making sure she had everything.

Dean balanced the two cups of coffee as he opened the door. “Hey,” he said, smiling at her. He was sad to see the baggy white t-shirt go, but felt like there might be a chance of him not making a total fool of himself. He frowned a little at that thought, his eyebrows crunching down over his eyes. What is the matter with me, he thought. He shook his head a little and smiled again, and held out the cappuccino to her. “Here, I hope it’s not too terrible. There’s only one diner in town with an espresso machine.” He looked at her bags around the motel room. “You walk with all this?”