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Gif, God, and Oh My God: SHNOMF NOMF HORMF HOM I've gots to get my rib on! Uh oh! Looks like Doris could use the cleaning power of SHINE BRIGHT clothing soap! WHO IN THE SHIT- Shunc SHINE BRIGHT cuts right through that greasy barbeque sauce with our special patented cleansing chemicals called "Cleansicals"! called "Cleansicals",- Ah, good as new! WOAH! WOAH WHAT?? You may have a sparkling clean blouse, Doris, but you'l always be stuck with that filthy personality! Just the way mama likes it!! Squa Now giddafuckout ma house <p><a href="http://mrs-jamie-wellerstein.tumblr.com/post/138518643212/writebastard-aragorn1379-ginjaninja3716" class="tumblr_blog">mrs-jamie-wellerstein</a>:</p><blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://writebastard.tumblr.com/post/127122394113">writebastard</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aragorn1379.tumblr.com/post/92875965119">aragorn1379</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ginjaninja3716.tumblr.com/post/75118855340">ginjaninja3716</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commandereyebrows.tumblr.com/post/62641962273">commandereyebrows</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chachipistachis.tumblr.com/post/54218909712">chachipistachis</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theamericankid.tumblr.com/post/50529088111">theamericankid</a>:</p> <blockquote> <p>Tumblr needs more of this….whatever this is. </p> </blockquote> <p>Is this the same artist who made the original for this</p> <p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1837009b5f0203b2fff97d90580f310e/tumblr_inline_mp6ki8tQHB1qz4rgp.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/ff73092818e65657206f4d9fd35f52d6/tumblr_inline_p7jwl8vGjP1qfcjfm_540.gif" class="toggle_inline_image inline_image constrained_image" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1837009b5f0203b2fff97d90580f310e/tumblr_inline_mp6ki8tQHB1qz4rgp.gif"/></figure></p> </blockquote> <p>how women actually are</p> </blockquote> <p>OH MY GOD IF I DON’T EVER REBLOG THIS IT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M DEAD</p> </blockquote> <p>mother fuckin macys sale</p> </blockquote> <p>Her name is Doris. <a href="http://b1nd1.deviantart.com/art/Doris-156093096">Here’s the artist</a>. And here’s more <br/>Doris:<br/></p> <figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="810" data-orig-width="381" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/e6b207e4d5e9dea49ba7097fca1ae419/tumblr_inline_ntcxu56hpD1qjqk20_540.jpg"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b69f7f952ee0b9a2ac0a9f31063ac211/tumblr_inline_p7jwl9BOLX1qfcjfm_540.jpg" data-orig-height="810" data-orig-width="381" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/e6b207e4d5e9dea49ba7097fca1ae419/tumblr_inline_ntcxu56hpD1qjqk20_540.jpg"/></figure></blockquote> <p>I have a physical need to reblog this every time.</p> </blockquote>
Gif, God, and Oh My God: SHNOMF NOMF HORMF HOM
 I've gots to get
 my rib on!
 Uh oh! Looks like
 Doris could use the
 cleaning power of
 SHINE BRIGHT
 clothing soap!
 WHO
 IN THE
 SHIT-
 Shunc

 SHINE BRIGHT cuts right through that
 greasy barbeque sauce with our special patented
 cleansing chemicals called "Cleansicals"!
 called "Cleansicals",-
 Ah, good as new!
 WOAH! WOAH
 WHAT??

 You may have a sparkling
 clean blouse, Doris, but you'l
 always be stuck with that
 filthy personality!
 Just the way mama likes it!!
 Squa

 Now giddafuckout ma house
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://writebastard.tumblr.com/post/127122394113">writebastard</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://aragorn1379.tumblr.com/post/92875965119">aragorn1379</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://ginjaninja3716.tumblr.com/post/75118855340">ginjaninja3716</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://commandereyebrows.tumblr.com/post/62641962273">commandereyebrows</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://chachipistachis.tumblr.com/post/54218909712">chachipistachis</a>:</p>
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<p><a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://theamericankid.tumblr.com/post/50529088111">theamericankid</a>:</p>
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<p>Tumblr needs more of this….whatever this is. </p>
</blockquote>
<p>Is this the same artist who made the original for this</p>
<p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1837009b5f0203b2fff97d90580f310e/tumblr_inline_mp6ki8tQHB1qz4rgp.gif"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/ff73092818e65657206f4d9fd35f52d6/tumblr_inline_p7jwl8vGjP1qfcjfm_540.gif" class="toggle_inline_image inline_image constrained_image" data-orig-height="700" data-orig-width="400" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/1837009b5f0203b2fff97d90580f310e/tumblr_inline_mp6ki8tQHB1qz4rgp.gif"/></figure></p>
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<p>how women actually are</p>
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<p>OH MY GOD IF I DON’T EVER REBLOG THIS IT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M DEAD</p>
</blockquote>
<p>mother fuckin macys sale</p>
</blockquote>
<p>Her name is Doris. <a href="http://b1nd1.deviantart.com/art/Doris-156093096">Here’s the artist</a>. And here’s more <br/>Doris:<br/></p>
<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="810" data-orig-width="381" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/e6b207e4d5e9dea49ba7097fca1ae419/tumblr_inline_ntcxu56hpD1qjqk20_540.jpg"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/b69f7f952ee0b9a2ac0a9f31063ac211/tumblr_inline_p7jwl9BOLX1qfcjfm_540.jpg" data-orig-height="810" data-orig-width="381" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/e6b207e4d5e9dea49ba7097fca1ae419/tumblr_inline_ntcxu56hpD1qjqk20_540.jpg"/></figure></blockquote>

<p>I have a physical need to reblog this every time.</p>
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Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE RP STARTER MEME <p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote> <p> <small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p> <h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2> <ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li> <li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li> <li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li> <li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li> <li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li> <li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li> <li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li> <li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li> <li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li> <li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li> <li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li> <li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li> <li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li> <li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li> <li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li> <li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li> <li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li> </ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li> <li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li> <li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li> <li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li> <li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li> <li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li> <li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li> <li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2> <ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li> <li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li> <li><small><br/></small></li> <li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li> <li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li> <li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li> <li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li> <li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li> <li> <small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2> <ul><li> <small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li> <li> <small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li> <li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li> <li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li> <li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li> <li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li> <li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li> <li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li> <li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li> <li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li> </ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2> <ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li> <li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li> <li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li> <li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li> <li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li> <li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li> <li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li> <li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li> <li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li> <li> <small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li> </ul></blockquote>
Alive, Bored, and Club: PRAY FOR THE WICKE
 RP STARTER MEME
<p><a href="http://jeanbeanmemes.tumblr.com/post/175161423268/various-lyrics-from-the-panic-at-the-disco-album" class="tumblr_blog">jeanbeanmemes</a>:</p><blockquote>
<p>

<small><i>Various lyrics from the Panic! At The Disco album. Feel free to change anything to adapt better for RP purposes. This is part two of the lyrics</i><i>! </i><b><i>Some lyrics may be triggering.</i></b></small></p>
<h2><b>Dancing’s Not A Crime</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>I’m a moon-walker. I’m like MJ up in the clouds.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I know it sounds awkward.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m filthy as charged.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>You’re a sweet talker but darlin’ whatcha gonna say now?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The midnight marauders, the higher never come down.</small></li>
<li><small>You can’t take me anywhere.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m still uninvited, I’m still gonna light it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m going insane and I don’t care.</small></li>
<li><small>Dancing, dancing, dancing’s not a crime unless you do it without me.</small></li>
<li><small>If you’re night crawlin’ with him, I won’t take it lying down.</small></li>
<li><small>I’ve got a few lawyers, and you’re guilty as charged, guilty as charged</small></li>
<li><small>We could be waltzin’, but darlin’ don’t be throwing shade now.</small></li>
<li><small>Don’t call me Saint California if you’re at another altar.</small></li>
<li><small>Just gimme your vows.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>One Of The Drunks</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Orange juice, pour out half the carton. Grey Goose, pour it, get it started.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Good times, remedy your sorrows.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Baptize, don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.</small></li>
<li><small>Shake it up, shake it up. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now it’s time to dive in.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Share a cup, share a cup.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Now you’re screwdriving.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every weekend with your friends, every weekday when it ends.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Damn, it’s all good, I guess.</small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Searching for a new high, high as the sun, uncomfortably numb.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>This is what it feels like when you become one of the drunks. Welcome to the club!</small></li>
<li><small>Never dry, every day you’re thirsty.</small></li>
<li><small>Bourbon high, sip it till you’re tipsy.</small></li>
<li><small>Night’s young, searching for a feeling.</small></li>
<li><small>Big fun, dancing with the demons.</small></li>
<li><small>Holy Spirit grips you like a pistol.</small></li>
</ul><h2><b>The Overpass</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Let me hear you say something.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m sorry to get sentimental tonight.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>That perfume lingers in your hair.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>It’s just that everything reminds me of things I thought I shouldn’t have to see again. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>See the thing is I’m so sorry to say you need me, don’t you?<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Someone still loves you</small></li>
<li><small>Meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Sketchy girls and lipstick boys, troubled love and high speed noise.</small></li>
<li><small>I know you wanna meet me at the overpass.</small></li>
<li><small>Tiny bottles of shit wine in a tin can that climbs.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>I remember every time everything about you is perfect down to your blood type.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>King Of The Cloud</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>Heaven knows that I’m born too late for these ghosts that I chase.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Every day, I’m Carl Sagan in space to escape this old world.<br/></small></li>
<li><small><br/></small></li>
<li><small>Some days I lie wide awake &lsquo;til the Sun hits my face and I fade, elevate from the Earth.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Far away to a place where I’m free from the weight, this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>I don’t trust anything or anyone, below the Sun.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I don’t feel anything at all.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m King of the clouds, I get lifted.</small></li>
<li><small>Some only live to die, I’m alive to fly higher than angels in outfields inside of my mind.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>I’m ascending these ladders, I’m climbin’, say goodbye to this old world.</small></li>
<li><small>When I fall to rise with stardust in my eyes in the backbone of night, I’m combustible. <br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>Dust in the fire when I can’t sleep a wink, I’m too tired.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Old Fashioned</b></h2>
<ul><li>
<small>Once upon a thrill from a kiss to a swill, we were swallowing the nights like we have nine lives. </small><br/></li>
<li>
<small>Dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone.</small><br/></li>
<li><small>We were bored like kids with a book of disorders, medicating every day to keep the straightness in order.</small></li>
<li><small>It’s the false side of hope, where believers concede, and there’s only memories when it’s over.</small></li>
<li><small>Pour out some liquor, make it an old fashioned. </small></li>
<li><small>Remember your youth and all that you do, the plank and the passion.</small></li>
<li><small>They were the best of times, they were the best of times.</small></li>
<li><small>Once upon before we were brilliant and bored. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Two dashes of the bitters, add some ice and you pour.</small></li>
<li><small>Get boozy, boozy, boozy.</small></li>
<li><small>Now it looks like a wasteland.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Not the way that we remember.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>One more sip for the past, and always tip your bartender.</small><br/></li>
</ul><h2><b>Dying In LA</b></h2>
<ul><li><small>The moment you arrived, they built you up.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>The sun was in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Riches all around, you’re walking. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>Stars are on the ground, you start to believe it.</small></li>
<li><small>Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you. <br/></small></li>
<li><small>You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>But nobody knows you now, when you’re dying in LA.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>And nobody owes you now, when you’re dying in LA<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Nights at the chateau trapped in your sunset bungalow, you couldn’t escape it.<br/></small></li>
<li><small>Drink of paradise, they told you put your blood on ice.<br/></small></li>
<li>
<small>You’re not gonna make it.</small><br/></li>
</ul></blockquote>

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