This is a draft thingy for a webcomic/series i wanna do!
Not sure of the girls name, but the girl with the sharp teeth is named Rubicon/The Rubicon!
(The note says “THE DIE IS CAST”; Please ask me if you want to know why I guess, I dont wanna do it on this post lol)
I was nominated by @siggirl229 for the #prismachallenge .I nominate @tat2dmomma_tj @qctrav @imsupersteph. Tag three others and let’s keep it going. #sevenslotbattalion #jeeplife #jeepordie #jeep #lovemyjeep #justemptyeverypocket #coopertires #methodracewheels #jklife #thunderconjk #rubicon #wrangler #smittybilt #rubiconexpress #arb #wranglercrush #deepwaterblue #orfab
The Interior of the 24ft Rubicon Tiny House Shell. Would you rather start with a shell like this, one that is custom designed for you or would you rather build from the trailer up? Let us know in the comments!
In the 1950s,
early television was allowed, with many restrictions, to be an
observational guest at political conventions. They were quiet ‘flies on
the wall’, carefully and quietly commentating on what they saw way down
below. They did not get involved in the process. Today, they ARE the
process. Today, political conventions are nothing but carefully
directed TV shows. Likewise ‘debates’. They exist only to entertain a
TV audience. TV and entertainment now dictate everything political. It
is a never-ending show. The biggest Reality Show on air.
And Donald Trump is great TV.
He knows how to entertain.
Trump isn’t going to win this election. Americans know the difference between entertainment and politics, if not to the degree I’d like.
But more importantly, even a Trump loss is a win for Trump’s style of mindless freakshow and pandering to our worst impulses. A Rubicon has been crossed, a new normal established, and the discourse of our democracy will suffer for it for the foreseeable future.
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A/N: Presenting to you, the newly revised The One!!! P.S. @henry-wales , I stole some of your anon asks/comments about FD. Hope everyone enjoy it and like it!!
Completely drained, Harry plopped down on his bed with a heavy sigh. He recently spent more than a week in Nepal doing charitable work with Rubicon as well as carrying out a few engagements. Though he enjoyed his time there meeting with the locals and visiting many cultural sites, he was happy to be back on English soil, glad to return to London, and ecstatic to lay in his own bed. His muscles ached from helping rebuild a school and he quickly rummaged through his nightstand until he felt the familiar bottle of Aleve. Popping a pill in his mouth, he swallowed and rolled over; absentmindedly patting the other side. It was empty and Harry frowned.
She wasn’t there. Instead of a warm body lying next to him, there was a vacant space by his side. Wiping a hand over his face, he let out a frustrated groan. They spent almost a week and a half apart from one another. As soon as the plane landed at Heathrow Airport, the first thought that popped in his brain was of her. He was very affectionate towards her—always kissing her or holding her tightly in his arms. She was unlike any other woman he had ever been with before.