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KEYLIME PIE IS FUCKING DISGUSTING. FUCK THAT BITCH MOBIUS I HOPE HE GETS RAN OVER. I WASTED MONEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

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Id peg him

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im obsessed with it

candy necklaces

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WHY ISNT B-15 IN THE NEW DEADPOOL TRAILER.. WHY IS THAT HALF DECAYING MAN THERE.. it was HE who remains, CLEARLY MEN ARE THE ISSUE HERE..

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Just read Sylvie and Loki pissing on Mobius.

Emotion: relaxed

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"I don’t judge”

My face:

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Does anyone else get those episodes where they delete everything off of every social media, regrets it, and then does it again

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You know that one lyric in Hamilton where Burr admits to sleeping with a woman who’s married to a British officer? That’s how I see sylvie x c-20

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AAAARARATAHAHWHWHA

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LOVE THIS EDIT

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someone please get the trolls reference on here

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Breakfast in the kitchen

A short Sylkius comedy-fanfiction

| Sylvie yawned herself awake. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes. Her fingers ran through her hair. Her footsteps were light as she lifted herself off the bed—and tiptoed to Mobius‘ side of the bed..

Her eyes stared at Loki, making sure he was still sleeping—before softly shaking Mobius awake.

“Mobius.. Hey, wake up. Remember?“. She whispered into his ear. |

| Mobius let out a grunt. His eyes flickered open and shut a few times—trying to adjust to the sun shining through the sheer white curtains. He looked up at Sylvie, noticing her slight smirk. |

| He propped himself up upon his elbows, and threw the covers off of him. Sylvie scolded him to be quiet. Her voice was as silent as a mouse. He apologized—getting up with a stretch.|

| Sylvie playfully rolled her eyes, before grabbing his hand and skittering down the stairs. She grinned, showing Mobius her prep. She made sure to leave the bacon and sausage out to defrost once Loki went to sleep. |

|She looked up at Mobius for his reaction. His eyebrows were raised, and he gave her a small nod.

“Wow, yeah-uh… You really prepared..”. He pulled away from her, resting his hands on his hips.

Sylvie couldn’t help but secretly roll her eyes once more

‘Boys’. She thought inside her head, grabbing Mobius’ hand once more. She whipped him around to face her—putting her hands on his shoulders.. |

| “okay.. you’re gonna make the biscuits and muffins okay? I’ll oven cook the bacon, fry the sausage, and cook the eggs..”. Her voice was quick and full of authority, but still a hint of warmth..

Mobius felt like his neck was going to break with his fast nodding to her instructions. He walked over to the other side of the counter. He was about to pick up the muffin mix, before Sylvie perked up.

“Oh! And make sure to put the bread in the toaster..”. Mobius flinched at her voice, but muttered a breathy ‘alright’. |

| While Mobius squeezed past Sylvie to fetch the milk from the fridge, Sylvie cracked ten eggs into a pan. Her hands swiftly grabbed the milk from Mobius’ hands. Mobius furrowed his eyebrows, as Sylvie handed the milk back to him after pouring some in the pan.

As she waited for the pan to heat up. And ripped open the defrosted pack of bacon, laying it out on a metal pan.

Mobius twisted the cap back onto the milk. He stirred the batter mix in until it was smooth. He stared down at the spoon, and took a lick at it. |

| The beeps from the oven indicated that Sylvie finally had everything under control. Or, so she thought. She turned around just in time to see Mobius pull the spoon away from his mouth, and put it back into the bowl.

“Did you just lick that and stick it back in?”. Sylvie asked, her words coming out as more of a statement than a question.

Before Mobius could defend himself. She putted in once more.

“You did, didn't you? Mobius..”. Her lips pressed into a thin line, before strolling over to Mobius.

“It’s fine, it’s fine! My mouth’s clean..”. Mobius argued, hurriedly trying to dump the batter into the cupcake pan. Sylvie huffed, and tried taking away the bowl from Mobius. |

| While Mobius and Sylvie were bickering. The pan full of eggs started to smoke. None of them thought anything about it—thinking It was just bacon.

“Sylvie, it's fine!”

“No it isn’t Mobius! It’s unsanitary!”.

They both continued to go back and forth. Sylvie got more annoyed when she realized Mobius didn’t even grease the pan so they wouldn’t stick. |

| Meanwhile upstairs, Loki groggily opened his eyes. He glanced to the sides of him expecting to see Sylvie and Mobius. But was more than surprised he didn’t find even Mobius still in bed..

He didn’t bother putting a shirt on as she scooted off of the bed. He stopped in his tracks when he smelt smoke. And heard yelling. And clanking. And more yelling. And more yelling. And more yelling.

AND OH MY GOD MOBIUS AND SYLVIE.

He instantly ran down the stairs—easily catching himself when his socks would make him slip on the hardwood steps. When he slid his way into the kitchen, he found Sylvie trying to pull the almost burnt bacon out of the oven without getting burnt, Mobius trying to separate the burnt eggs from the good ones, and that no one had cooked the batter in the bowl. |

| Loki couldn’t help but stare wide eyed at the scene in front of them. When Sylvie finally caught notice of them, she clenched her fists in defeat. Her eyes squeezed shut, before she slammed the oven door shut, grabbed the pan of eggs away from Mobius, throwing them and the pan away in the trash, but not before grabbing the bowl and throwing it in with it.

She let out a short lived angry scream, her powers not fearing to make a show of themselves—before she ran upstairs, slamming the door behind her.. |

| Loki and Mobius both stared at each other, before Mobius hissed with a grimace on his face.

“I-uh.. better go make it up to her before I’m roadkill..”. He whispered, his body tense as he walked past the shocked Loki.

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Sophia Di Pussy queen

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Sophia Di Martino as planets

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Sophie Planet

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The new Sophie planet is named after Sophia Di Martino believe it or not