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Nods. Never again.

if I ever loved anyone else

PHOTOSHOOT 5 : 🎾 Tennis Club Girls 🎾 For this photoshoot, the models will embody a luxury tennis club aesthetic, combining athletic energy with high fashion. They should create a dynamic yet elegant editorial image on or around a tennis court, showing confidence, control, and sophistication, while using night lighting to enhance the mood. ⭐️ Also, this is the first photoshoot where the models will be showcasing their new MAKEOVERS ⭐️ LETS SEE THE PHOTOS 📸 #DNTM 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 ohEMgee 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Jordie 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Gabs 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 MissChloeKay 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 melanie 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Ralts023 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 biancabae 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 AngieKStan 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 desh 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 NicoRobin 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 Fiji 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 The judges will make their final decision, and in the next episode, we’ll discover whose time in the competition is officially over.

who was actually pretty happy with the Zac Brown segment? I looooooove Colder Weather.

Venus Vafa VenusVafa is such a gem. She is such a sweetheart but also a fierce diva 🤷‍♂️ (She was a patron over here at my bar along with Jeremiah)

is anyone else watching fruit love island? lwk need pinapina back that queen!! and also i cant believe orangelo did cherita that dirty? like she asked u to keep it secret oh my and then mangella and watermelina shit talking her too that was so sad. i rlly want mangella and kiwilo to be end game but i think that bluebella is going to steal kiwilo.. also now, why did strawberina and coconick just.. do that on the first date??? and grapenzo needs to step it up cause hes such a side character, i need MORE!

Sin Please for the love of god let newbies practice comps for free. Name is Arcade and let us practice! Thank you <3

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Pt 2 jake stupid hoe - Nicki Minaj woofums midnight love - girl in red poppy the way - Ariana grande & Mac miller katheryn undo it - Carrie underwood melanie maroon - Taylor swift nora no tellin - Drake nick house fire - Tyler Childers basil change your ticket - one direction

if u feed Luxray past midnight she'll turn into a gremlin

is insane and inexcusable as a whole, but there’s something being lost in the psychopathy of it all she was in her MID SIXTIES?? we need to investigate any time she won bingo i didn’t know we were playing with professionals

We have our national flag, national dish, and now a national anthem! In Sin we trust ✊️ (I am having a bad hair day and I do NOT want to talk about it!)

Chapter 1: The Drive Into Black Hollow By the time the sun started sinking, all eight of them were already running late. That was how things usually went when the whole group got together. Someone forgot a charger. Someone packed too much. Someone needed snacks. Someone changed outfits three times. What was supposed to be a smooth afternoon drive to their Halloween camping party had turned into two overloaded SUVs, four coffee stops, one gas station argument over ice, and a group chat full of voice notes, threats, and blurry costume selfies. And somehow, that made it feel perfect. This was exactly why they had all said yes in the first place. It wasn’t really about camping. It wasn’t even really about the Halloween party. It was about one last wild memory before life kept dragging them in different directions. Grace-Lynn stood beside the open trunk of the first SUV in ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie, holding two bags in one hand and glaring at the disaster inside the car like it had personally offended her. “Tell me why there are six bags of chips, three bottles of vodka, a fog machine, and no one can find the flashlight case.” “Because priorities matter,” Weston said. He leaned against the side of the car with that easy grin of his, all confidence and chaos. Weston was the kind of person who could make strangers laugh in under thirty seconds and make his own friends nervous in ten. He had been the loudest about this trip from the start, hyping it up for weeks, calling it legendary before it had even happened. He also had a habit of acting first and thinking never. Grace-Lynn narrowed her eyes at him. “If we die in the woods because you packed decorative fake cobwebs instead of batteries, I’m haunting you personally.” “You’d miss me too much.” “I really wouldn’t.” Behind them, Octavious was calmly reorganizing the back of the second SUV with the patience of a saint and the expression of someone trying very hard not to regret being friends with idiots. Octavious was the one people trusted without even realizing they did. He wasn’t loud, didn’t need attention, and never forced himself to the center of anything, but somehow when things needed to get handled, everybody ended up looking at him. He was practical, steady, and annoyingly good at staying levelheaded. He held up a plastic container. “I found the batteries. They were in the cooler.” There was a pause. Then Theodore pointed at Weston. “Jail.” Weston threw his hands up. “That was one time.” “That was today,” said Luther. Luther stood slightly apart from the group, holding a duffel over one shoulder. He wasn’t unfriendly—just quieter than the rest, the kind of person who watched more than he spoke. When he did say something, it usually landed harder because everybody knew he meant it. He had a dry humor that could sneak up on you and a look on his face that always made it seem like he knew something he hadn’t said yet. Theodore, on the other hand, never seemed to know when to stop talking. That was part of his charm. He bounced around the parking lot in a half-buttoned flannel and jeans, carrying two grocery bags and somehow making even that look theatrical. Theodore was dramatic in a way that never quite crossed into fake. Everything with him was louder, bigger, funnier. He could turn a gas station stop into a story and a bad situation into a bit, which was usually useful—until it wasn’t. He tossed one of the bags into the trunk. “I’d just like the record to show that I brought the marshmallows, the hot dogs, the matches, and the mini candy bars. So when y’all are warm and fed later, remember who loves you.” “No one asked for hot dogs,” Leighanna said. Leighanna shut the passenger door of the SUV and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She had the kind of presence that didn’t need to be loud to be felt. Smart eyes. Good posture. Controlled expression. Even when she was joking, there was usually a little distance to her, as if part of her stayed protected no matter who she was with. But tonight there was excitement under it too, hidden in the corners of her smile. “And yet,” Theodore said, placing a hand over his chest, “one day you’ll understand my vision.” Leighanna gave him a look. “Your vision is sodium and bad decisions.” “That is also Weston’s vision,” Regan added. Regan was leaning on the hood with his arms folded, laughing at everybody else while pretending he was above the chaos. He had that restless kind of energy that came from always needing something to do with his hands, his mouth, his attention. Quick with jokes, quick to challenge people, quick to act like he wasn’t bothered even when he absolutely was. He and Weston fed off each other in a way that could be hilarious or exhausting depending on the hour. Weston pointed at him. “You’re lucky I invited you.” “You invited yourself to your own plan and just dragged us into it.” “That is leadership.” “That is kidnapping with decorations.” Cashmere laughed from the far side of the car, where they were sitting on the edge of the trunk fixing a silver ring back onto one finger. Cashmere always looked put together in a way that seemed effortless until you paid attention and realized every detail was deliberate. The layered jewelry, the sharp eyeliner, the clothes that somehow felt both soft and untouchable. But it was their energy that people remembered most—warm one minute, distant the next, thoughtful in a way that made their silences feel full instead of empty. They looked up with a crooked smile. “Honestly, if this ends with all of us on a missing persons poster, I want everyone to know I almost stayed home.” That got a few laughs. Too many, maybe. Because for a second, the words hung there. Grace-Lynn noticed it first. That tiny weird pause after the joke. The subtle shift in the air. “Why almost?” she asked. Cashmere shrugged, but not casually enough. “Bad feeling.” Weston groaned. “No. Absolutely not. We are not starting creepy foreshadowing in the parking lot.” “I’m serious.” “Cashmere,” Theodore said, lowering his voice theatrically, “if you sensed doom and still came, that’s kind of on you.” Cashmere smirked. “That’s fair.” Octavious closed the trunk. “Everybody got their phones charged?” A chorus of mixed yeses followed. “Portable chargers?” More uncertain answers. He sighed. “Great. We’re all going to die because none of you prepare for anything.” “Again with the die talk,” Weston said. “Can we maybe manifest a sexy, memorable, iconic night instead?” “That usually is how people die,” Luther muttered. Even Grace-Lynn laughed at that. For a little while, it all felt normal. That was the worst part later—how normal it had felt. The drive started loud. Music up. Windows cracked. Weston and Regan arguing over the playlist. Theodore singing songs he didn’t know. Leighanna pretending to be annoyed. Cashmere recording bits and pieces on their phone. Octavious driving like he was transporting something fragile. Grace-Lynn in the passenger seat, half involved in the conversation and half watching the road ahead as the city gave way to empty stretches of highway. In the second SUV, Luther drove in silence for long stretches while Theodore filled them with commentary. Regan kept sending ridiculous voice notes to the group chat from the seat behind him. Leighanna occasionally reached over to turn the music down when it got unbearable. Cashmere sat by the window watching trees flash by in the dusk. At the first gas station stop, they all piled out into yellow light and cold air. Weston bought more beer. Theodore bought enough candy for a small army. Grace-Lynn bought energy drinks and ibuprofen. Leighanna came out with wet wipes, gum, and a look that said she didn’t trust any of them to survive without her. Octavious topped off both tanks and checked the tires. Regan flirted badly with the cashier. Luther stood outside under the buzzing sign, staring toward the dark tree line beyond the parking lot. Cashmere noticed. “What?” Luther looked back at them after a second. “Nothing.” But his expression said otherwise. Back on the road, the highways narrowed. The streetlights thinned out. Trees grew taller on both sides, black branches lacing together overhead. The group got quieter the deeper they drove. Not silent. Just softer. Like the woods were listening. Grace-Lynn watched headlights spill over an old wooden sign half-hidden by vines. BLACK HOLLOW – COUNTY ACCESS ROAD Something about the name made her sit up straighter. “You really picked a place called Black Hollow?” she asked. From the backseat, Weston grinned. “Tell me that doesn’t sound incredible.” “It sounds like where bodies are found.” “Exactly. Atmosphere.” Octavious kept his eyes on the road. “It also sounds like somewhere with no signal, so text whoever you need to text now.” That made everyone check their phones. One by one, little bars dropped. Regan groaned. “Fantastic.” Theodore leaned forward between the seats. “Okay but genuinely, if a masked killer comes out here, which one of us dies first?” “Weston,” Grace-Lynn said immediately. “Rude,” Weston replied. “You’d literally investigate a noise.” “You would too.” Grace-Lynn opened her mouth, then closed it. Everyone laughed. Leighanna looked out the window. “No, he’s right.” “What?” asked Octavious. She didn’t answer at first. Then she said, very quietly, “I just feel like once we get there, something’s going to feel off.” The joking died down after that. The road turned to cracked pavement, then gravel in places, then back again. The trees pressed closer. Their headlights caught old fencing, broken signs, and stretches of woods that looked too deep for the amount of land there should have been. Then they saw it. The old property sign. Tilted. Weather-rotted. Barely readable. MORROW HOUSE – PRIVATE LAND And beyond it, through the trees, the dark outline of the abandoned lodge. No one said anything for a few seconds. Even Weston. The place looked wrong before they even stepped out. The lodge sat at the edge of a clearing like it had been left there by mistake—two stories of sagging wood, black windows, and a porch leaning slightly to one side. The campsite nearby was open enough for the cars, tents, and bonfire setup Weston had promised, but the woods around it felt close. Too close. Like they had edged in over time. When the engines cut off, the silence rushed in. No city hum. No distant traffic. No neighborhood noise. Just wind. And somewhere far off, something metallic hitting something hollow. Clang. Grace-Lynn got out first and looked around. “The vibe is,” Theodore said from behind her, “deeply illegal.” “The vibe is amazing,” Weston said, though even he sounded less certain now. Octavious opened the back and started unloading gear. “Let’s set up before it gets fully dark.” Everybody moved then, slipping back into routine. Leighanna and Cashmere started sorting bags. Regan dragged out folding chairs and complained the whole time. Theodore carried lanterns and talked too much. Luther set down the tents with quiet efficiency. Weston kept trying to get everyone hyped back up. Grace-Lynn wandered a little farther toward the firepit. She stopped. There was ash inside. Fresh-looking ash. She crouched and touched the edge of one blackened piece of wood. Not warm. But not old either. Someone had used this pit recently. “Octavious,” she called. He came over. “What?” She pointed. He studied the ash, then the woods, then the house. “That wasn’t here by accident,” he said. Behind them, Cashmere had turned slowly toward the second floor of the lodge. “What is it?” Leighanna asked. Cashmere didn’t answer right away. Then they said, “I thought I saw someone in the window.” Everybody looked up. The upstairs window was dark. Empty. Weston forced out a laugh. “Okay. Great. Cool. Love that for us.” Regan grabbed a lantern. “Probably an animal.” “In a window?” Grace-Lynn asked. “An ambitious animal.” Nobody laughed that time. The sun slipped lower. The clearing darkened. And somewhere past the tree line, hidden where none of them could see, someone stood very still and watched the eight friends unload their costumes, their drinks, their blankets, their food, and all the little pieces of themselves they had brought into Black Hollow. Watching who led. Watching who wandered. Watching who stayed close. Watching who would be hardest to break. The figure raised a phone and took a photo. Eight friends. Still smiling. Still whole. Still unaware. Then the figure stepped backward into the trees and disappeared. Cast Members : MarieEve Grace-Lynn She/Her Cinnamon Octavious: He/Him YanderTron21 Weston: He/Him Rain Regan: He/Him RobbieRIOT Leighanna: She/Her hwest14 Theodore: He/Him Envious Luther: He/Him Justini Cashmere: She/They Chapter 2 will be posted either tonight or tomorrow ! I hope you all enjoy and good luck Survivors ☠️🔪

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as the person with definitely one of the worst royale records on the website going into this, i was genuinely soooooo nervous and paranoid this game and tried to do so much differently than i did in the previous games. it worked pretty well considering i made it this far and i genuinely had a fucking blast sin really did his big one with this game mode i could play it a million times in a row. thank you to my many allies and friends who made this game really fun!! Amandasings04 PosterBoy bruhmoment15 Paulette Tide aries Batya CasinoCheese hwest14 Rafo BIGBRYY99 Christos Justini and the entire final 8 <3 gg im outta here for a few days (i mean i'll be online but i'll be really busy irl and prob not playing anything)

makes me want to play Royale less and less like holy fuck that shit seems so confusing and impossible to do well in without a premade edit: MY POINT IS... I HAVE A JOB I DONT HAVE TIME TO STALK FOR POPUPS!!!!! Royale is just not a game for ME!!!

items spawn in royale only in the red zones! u dont wanna fight? then u dont get any rewards. yep yep yep. #DOWNWITHSOCIAL.

has anyone heard about tisha? she rarely logs off for more than an hour during a day at time #skinny #ripadele

Which is cuter? Females Elphaba - https://kovaze.com/designs/10871 Glinda - https://kovaze.com/designs/10872 Males Elphaba - https://kovaze.com/designs/10878 Glinda - https://kovaze.com/designs/10879

One day Sin will release an empty update and tell kovaze players to imagine it 😂😂😩😩😩😂😭😂😂😂😂😂😂😂and they'll be like "i see it😩" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😭😭😂

I like seeing the blog points go up by a cute 12 every time :D

Honestly, I've been in quite the funk for the past 2 weeks. Alot of things keeping me in the gutter and I haven't really had my head in the game that we call life. I haven't even taken time to design logos for the ORG that I host... for reference, here are some images below of some of my favorites. I have a production team waiting for me to be... well, productive. I feel guilty for not being reliable, so I'm going to try to finish the logo sometime before tomorrow evening.

Mittens

My second YT video is up (I also posted some shorts in the shorts section). This video is about GenZ throughts on the current job market & vlog from my last day at an internship in Germany :( Tagging some people who commented/interacted on the previous vlog, all the support is super appriciated guys, love yall :) GatoPisado Woofums Tisha lolicapolica jadennator1 Ivan1234 biancabae FlopCiTy dimitra TrueBlood Juulpod Gabs samsam koolness234 rogue

i really don't know why it's such a big deal though...