Kcalb's posts

Get one or both of your parents and have a talk with the owner. If animal control is an option there, definitely call them. Otherwise I really dont know. Its not really the dog's fault the owner can't handle them, so i wouldnt recommend hurting the dog. Maybe call animal control when the dog is roaming around?

Im Kcalb on rec as well and this name (apart from being a quirky way of spelling "black") belongs to one of my favourite characters ever,


Hbu tho?

@vengeance: oh ic
Not a movie fan then?

Whats the last movie you watched? I wanted to sneak in a second question there but nah

Looks good to me! Tbh i could never keep my nails long, i feel they stop me from doing a lot of stuff

Wow i cant even keep 1000 for so long rip
Honestly im on vacation right now so at least for me this weekend is 7 days long

Woo-hoo!!! I'm super super glad for you!! You can have all the pie and then some

Usually in my experience is the other way around - children lying about being either +13 or +18
Sometimes its children under 13 claiming to be +18 because kids are curious and attracted by the "taboo", "forbidden" things only adults can see and talk about. I don't think I ever used adult sites as a minor, I was a good kid, or that when im 30+ im going to lie about bein younger
My aunt used to play this local game called conquiztador and i would too when i was in hs, but my aunt is 40 yrs older than me so to fit in with the crowd she would lie abt her age if asked, but there was nothing adult in nature about the game, actually if i think about it now it was an educational game

Did you try talking to them in private? The way you approach this is everything, so if youre calm and polite, you can let them know that maybe their goals and the goals of the RP board they're in are not the same, and that unless what you sell is what they seek (and are just confused), they should go somewhere else.
Edit: maybe remind them of the RPs setting again just so they know what this is about, and how it doesnt work their way
Also idve asked about the age first thing, but like "ah, btw, how old are you?" so just casually yknow

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< i love all of these
I think frizz is the cutest so imma use her expressions

i like doing that a lot! i have matching avatars with @Siron on rec haha
unfortunately i dont have too many items over here to do that yet

I think rather than the contrast between old and new, what really fascinates me is the idea of the events that took place in those old buildings, of the lives ill never get to be part of, all the hopes, dreams and expectations of people who believed maybe in their permanence
Im thinking about the present, and how somewhere in the future everything we knew is going to be the same
And this is a story thats almost unrelated but for me it captures the exact feeling they give me
Ever since i moved into town ten years ago, at the corner of the street that practically circled the farmer's market next to our house there was this newspaper stand.
My school was a pedestrian crossing and a few metres away, and as I got older, because since then id just pass it without a thought, I started buying teenage magazines from there. you know the type, talking about everything teenagers would care, from bands, trends, to puberty related questions and concerns.
The guy who worked there was really nice to me, and as i grew old he sometimes would ask as if pass by to my highscool, still at a walking distance, if I wanted the newest edition to one or other magazine.
At some point, i changed my route, newspapers started selling less, id only pass by his stand once it was already closed.
I started and finished uni, moved out, forgot all about him.
Until one day I get home and mom tells me hes sick in hospital, something to do with his heart. It didn't faze me at first, but id feel something like sadness passing his closed stand.
He died a week or so after, and that was when it hit me. The little stand at the corner of the street was empty, with old papers covering the windows from the inside.
I walked by days later, and half of it was torn open, a chaotic mess of old faded papers in its place.
And now it's gone. theres nothing at the corner of the street, and no sign it ever was.
And i cant stop thinking about the fact that in a way his existence too, was erased. He spent ten years in that little corner, or at least i knew him for that much, and now there's nothing to even prove that.