Hei, Ceyis! Today, Ibun and Sangwon are hanging out together. But these chaotic Keonho, Gunwook, Ian, Shangen, Hanjin, and Stella are whining to come along with us. As usual, the holy ritual begins. Shangen, Stella, and Hanjin must take photos before eating. โNo picture, no bite,โ is basically their religion. Ian and Ibun jump in too, updating their feeds like itโs mandatory. Meanwhile, Gunwook and Keonho are gearing up for their classic showdown: who can eat the most. And the finale? Sangwon loses rockโpaperโscissors and ends up paying for everyone, the bill sky-high thanks to the eating battle.
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Forwarded from Fateful Bond: String of Scarvaine.
TODAY'S RECAP!!! hi hi hi scaviesss, it's me scarvaine's moka! today, me, cherrilane's zhanghao, eelje's sangwon, duisterg's zhanghao, dulcia's zhanghao and mertzlan's zhanghao are went out to block m to accompany eldraeth's zhanghao for some dangdutan! guys seriously, the whole night felt so fun and HONESTLY IT WAS SO HILARIOUS, we spent this evening watching eldraeth's zhanghao flow with the music while yelling "BLOCK M DIGOYAAANGG." and also everyone ended up joining in like we owned the place and people actually turned to look, especially with that blink-blink outfit that eldraeth's hao wore today... scavies, today was just too funny ๐ญโค๏ธ
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Forwarded from IDIDITY. #PushBackWithIDID
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We aspire not to sink beneath the sluice, but to keep vigil upon our threshold, brick-walled and moored upon our own shore. The final tread behind us has fractured into dust; no ebb remains, no bolt-hole beckons rearward. Headlong is the only verb left. Onward is the sole decree.
And as we stride forth, let it be witnessed: we do not yield / we do not fall / we do not lose. ๐ฅโ.
20-11-2025,
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We aspire not to sink beneath the sluice, but to keep vigil upon our threshold, brick-walled and moored upon our own shore. The final tread behind us has fractured into dust; no ebb remains, no bolt-hole beckons rearward. Headlong is the only verb left. Onward is the sole decree.
And as we stride forth, let it be witnessed: we do not yield / we do not fall / we do not lose. ๐ฅโ.
20-11-2025,
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