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rat haters will never know the joy of a little guy sitting on your shoulder while he’s cleaning his little face

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This corndog gort mee fuckde up

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FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX. FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX. FOCUS ON THE BIBLE. STOP REBLOGGING MUPPET SEX.

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I am here. I am queer. I am ready to Vore a Haunted Figurine of Applejack

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this close to committing mass murder

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hey sorry i'm late i wandered into a liminal space

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how mad do you think jonah magnus got when they made cocaine illegal

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having a best friend is such a nice and wholesome concept,,, just being like. i love this person a lot and im going to give them a cool little title to make sure everyone knows it!!

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uhhh honey? your poor little meow meow just committed murder

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chefs kiss...? 😳 no way.... do they? seriously....? 😳

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...Strawberry Pie?

ARCHIVIST: [Softly] I’m going to… I’m going to make a pie, yes.

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bread stick

, and one of the Velcro closures came undone. The blood flowed freely, splattered on his clothes and onto the floor like so much spaghetti sauce.

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Something shifts. Something coalesces. Something shatters. Statement begins.

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT): He began as he always did. He always did. He’d walked through the house. He’d turned on the television. He’d sat down with his coffee. He sat in front of the TV, staring at his friend on the screen. It smiled. “It’s a beautiful day,” it said. He’d picked up the newspaper. He read a headline: “Holy shit! The world is getting hot!” Another headline: “What the hell’s going on?” He flipped to the crossword clue: “Savor the sweet taste of power and realize how futile it is.” He laughed. The laugh turned to a sigh. He knew the answer: “Air.” He thought of blue arrows congealing in his kitchen. He thought of rivers turning to torrents. He thought of continents sinking into the sea. He thought of the ice caps melting. He thought of the sky burning. He felt sick. He took a nap.

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Jonny’s mech is actually one of these build-a-bear heartbeat devices.

When you hug him you can hear it beat about five times. The other mechs find his heart clicks soothing and will hug him constantly (to which he draws his gun and/or melts into the touch)

[You have to one-shot me with fluff, don't you? Hfkdhdkshsk]

-mod Atlas

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.thinks

Good omens - Hard Times // The Magnus Archives - Bloody Mary // Hannibal - Apertivo // Killing Eve - You're Mine // The Penumbra Podcast - Juno Steel And The Murderous Mask pt. 2 // The Witcher - Rare Species

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this is beans,,,

TS sometimes malfunctions for reasons no one can understand and at times no one can predict. Nastya, being the engineer, is the one to fix it up.

One memorable time, she opened a panel and said only “This is food. This is beans,” before tossing it out of the airlock.

No one ever figured out that TS caused problems on purpose just to cheer Nastya up, to give her something she could fix when she was faced with things she couldn’t.