#theyellowbeast

The first five contest winners promotion graphics are almost done. I have three out of five and I will post them after finishing the last two tomorrow hopefully and then work on the second set of five contest winners.

get out.

get out i love you.

Sorry it took me so long to reply to the starter Logan-mun. I've been busy trying to get this group organized.

Thx  ; u ;  I'm just ridiculously horrible at everything that isn't History, Art, and writing. School really sucks. like holy shizz

The young woman opened the door only to be surprised by a face she thought she’d never see outside of work. “Logan?" she spoke softly but coherent enough to hear over the downpour. Turning on the front light  she opened the door and quickly stepped to the side to get a dry towel. “Dude what’re you doing out in the freezing rain?" she hands him a towel and let him in.  "Please tell me you aren’t going to have some sort of wet dog smell." Ilana joked.

Coincidence. совпадение. This was one of the many words Kat had grown to hate. What do you believe in, Kat? Nothing. Perhaps that was wiser, to not believe, than to wonder why things happened. Maybe it was simpler. Oh, how Kat missed the simple. The entire contemplation had been brought on as the girl, perched on the edge of a bench, finished scanning the crowd. Then she spotted a man, tall, broad shoulders, muscled build, that set off the instinctual warning signs. He could be harmless. He could just be out for a morning walk. But when was the last time that was true? "Good morning, sir."