@fatheroftheyeargambino commissioned this piece! Peridot with her sunflowers! She’s so proud 🥲

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@fatheroftheyeargambino commissioned this piece! Peridot with her sunflowers! She’s so proud 🥲

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Phil Jones Bass (PJB) / Bighead Pro – HA-2 / Headphone Amplifier / 2018
Any Gabrielly icons.
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Here’s a headcrab I initially made for Project Borealis (a HL3 revival project), but the project was doomed from the beginning because of very power-hungry and completely talentless “leaders” (who would threaten to ban anyone who disagreed with them). There were a lot of talented and hardworking programmers and 3D people willing to help, so it’s a shame.
Gif, in case you can’t see sketchfab stuff:
i just saw a picture of jay park without his tattoos and i feel like i just saw a shaved chewbacca

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icon Sophia Abrahão no PJB [abra a imagem antes de salvar] @tirulacra
2.9.17
I watched you take on plastic dragons and turn greyrock walls to waterfalls for me flung open doors in ocean tunneled sand when I stood scared – small girl. Big sea.
But we grew up, you cotton-shrunk. I saw you strikeout, I knew lions you left in their cage. No more distinct than tall. Came home, stayed in, one by one bones turned tin.
You limp and fail, then done, shook out. You’re scared. I know, but I don’t care. Loose stiff tongueties, Mama knows you held me up, all you had. From you, I learned. For you, a battle cry.
Once you taught me to pitch in our front yard. Right here, you said. I’ll catch, you said. Throw hard.