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Tuckered out.

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Hello my fellow dykes, we have officially become visible ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

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happy lesbian visibility week

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me and u both ouppy

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Yet Another Domestic K-9 Story Preview

Inside a tiny, abandoned room, a series of shuddering breaths, inborn sobs, and wet hiccups served as the only reprieve from the otherwise oppressive silence. Rosemary was neatly tucked against the wall, hunched over and clutching herself tightly in some attempt to bring herself a modicum of comfort. But there was no comfort to be found in these dead gray walls with dead gray people possessing dead not-gray animatronics. For even over the bitter concoction of regret, grief, and forlorn misery brewing inside her, she could still feel the chilled metal talons of the robot digging into herself, and each creak of rusty metal joints just served as yet another painful reminder of all her failures.  

Her heart clenched as her traitorous mind wandered back over to Jack. Jack, her Jack, the love of her life. The two of them had been through thick and thin together, all throughout high school, college, and adulthood. Jack, who loyally stood by her, who would do anything for her. Jack would know how to make her feel better. She could almost feel his rough palms caressing her own, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into her hands as she sobbed into his arms. He would promise her with his delightfully deep voice that everything would be okay, and that they would still have each other, even through all this insanity. That Sophie-  

Oh god, Sophie! A fresh torrent of wails bubbled up from deep within her. The metal fingers dug into the plastic encasing on her arms even further. The sting of failure kept lashing at her, tearing and clawing at her skin until she was left bleeding.  

She was vaguely aware she kept crying out her daughter’s name, but she just couldn’t find the willpower to stop it. Her mind and body felt so disconnected that it was hard to track what she was doing over the maelstrom of anguish that buffeted her. 

She left Sophie all alone, after all the tragedies her poor little girl was forced to endure. Rosemary was all she had left, but then she had to mess even that up. Now her poor, poor baby was all alone in the world, an orphan, for god’s sake. She left her daughter an orphan!  

A fresh new wave of sorrow overwhelmed her just then. It wasn’t a new revelation by any means, but it was a painfully true one. It didn’t matter that she never asked for that wretched rabbit to rip her family apart, or that she tried her best to escape the restaurant when they were still there. Even still, the ending didn’t change. One by one her sweet little girl lost her entire family, and now was completely and utterly alone. 

And the worst part was that she had no clue what happened to her. Was she alright? Was she safe? Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she staying with? 

It was that lack of knowledge that scared her more, far more than whatever the answers could possibly be. 

She was so consumed by her self-depreciating grief that she was both blind and deaf to the outside world. She was unable to register the tell-tale clank-stomps of an animatronic walking, nor the darting shadow of a figure continuously ducking in and out of the many rooms that dotted the hall. She remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, until… 

“Oh, there you are Rose!”

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JUST REALIZED my ass subconsciously channeled angel hare for my new oc i cannot escape the autism

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could someone proofread my walten files fanfic please?

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Oh... Oh its so much worse when you remember that Jack was so greatful to Felix for picking up the kids.

He called Felix a lifesaver....Oh oh Jack I'm so sorry man 🥺

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My bestie asked for a Bluestar fanart as a birthday bresent and I hit her with ANGST

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Yet Another Domestic K-9 Story Preview

Inside a tiny, abandoned room, a series of shuddering breaths, inborn sobs, and wet hiccups served as the only reprieve from the otherwise oppressive silence. Rosemary was neatly tucked against the wall, hunched over and clutching herself tightly in some attempt to bring herself a modicum of comfort. But there was no comfort to be found in these dead gray walls with dead gray people possessing dead not-gray animatronics. For even over the bitter concoction of regret, grief, and forlorn misery brewing inside her, she could still feel the chilled metal talons of the robot digging into herself, and each creak of rusty metal joints just served as yet another painful reminder of all her failures.  

Her heart clenched as her traitorous mind wandered back over to Jack. Jack, her Jack, the love of her life. The two of them had been through thick and thin together, all throughout high school, college, and adulthood. Jack, who loyally stood by her, who would do anything for her. Jack would know how to make her feel better. She could almost feel his rough palms caressing her own, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into her hands as she sobbed into his arms. He would promise her with his delightfully deep voice that everything would be okay, and that they would still have each other, even through all this insanity. That Sophie-  

Oh god, Sophie! A fresh torrent of wails bubbled up from deep within her. The metal fingers dug into the plastic encasing on her arms even further. The sting of failure kept lashing at her, tearing and clawing at her skin until she was left bleeding.  

She was vaguely aware she kept crying out her daughter’s name, but she just couldn’t find the willpower to stop it. Her mind and body felt so disconnected that it was hard to track what she was doing over the maelstrom of anguish that buffeted her. 

She left Sophie all alone, after all the tragedies her poor little girl was forced to endure. Rosemary was all she had left, but then she had to mess even that up. Now her poor, poor baby was all alone in the world, an orphan, for god’s sake. She left her daughter an orphan!  

A fresh new wave of sorrow overwhelmed her just then. It wasn’t a new revelation by any means, but it was a painfully true one. It didn’t matter that she never asked for that wretched rabbit to rip her family apart, or that she tried her best to escape the restaurant when they were still there. Even still, the ending didn’t change. One by one her sweet little girl lost her entire family, and now was completely and utterly alone. 

And the worst part was that she had no clue what happened to her. Was she alright? Was she safe? Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she staying with? 

It was that lack of knowledge that scared her more, far more than whatever the answers could possibly be. 

She was so consumed by her self-depreciating grief that she was both blind and deaf to the outside world. She was unable to register the tell-tale clank-stomps of an animatronic walking, nor the darting shadow of a figure continuously ducking in and out of the many rooms that dotted the hall. She remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, until… 

“Oh, there you are Rose!”

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I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.

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Yet Another Domestic K-9 Story Preview

Inside a tiny, abandoned room, a series of shuddering breaths, inborn sobs, and wet hiccups served as the only reprieve from the otherwise oppressive silence. Rosemary was neatly tucked against the wall, hunched over and clutching herself tightly in some attempt to bring herself a modicum of comfort. But there was no comfort to be found in these dead gray walls with dead gray people possessing dead not-gray animatronics. For even over the bitter concoction of regret, grief, and forlorn misery brewing inside her, she could still feel the chilled metal talons of the robot digging into herself, and each creak of rusty metal joints just served as yet another painful reminder of all her failures.  

Her heart clenched as her traitorous mind wandered back over to Jack. Jack, her Jack, the love of her life. The two of them had been through thick and thin together, all throughout high school, college, and adulthood. Jack, who loyally stood by her, who would do anything for her. Jack would know how to make her feel better. She could almost feel his rough palms caressing her own, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into her hands as she sobbed into his arms. He would promise her with his delightfully deep voice that everything would be okay, and that they would still have each other, even through all this insanity. That Sophie-  

Oh god, Sophie! A fresh torrent of wails bubbled up from deep within her. The metal fingers dug into the plastic encasing on her arms even further. The sting of failure kept lashing at her, tearing and clawing at her skin until she was left bleeding.  

She was vaguely aware she kept crying out her daughter’s name, but she just couldn’t find the willpower to stop it. Her mind and body felt so disconnected that it was hard to track what she was doing over the maelstrom of anguish that buffeted her. 

She left Sophie all alone, after all the tragedies her poor little girl was forced to endure. Rosemary was all she had left, but then she had to mess even that up. Now her poor, poor baby was all alone in the world, an orphan, for god’s sake. She left her daughter an orphan!  

A fresh new wave of sorrow overwhelmed her just then. It wasn’t a new revelation by any means, but it was a painfully true one. It didn’t matter that she never asked for that wretched rabbit to rip her family apart, or that she tried her best to escape the restaurant when they were still there. Even still, the ending didn’t change. One by one her sweet little girl lost her entire family, and now was completely and utterly alone. 

And the worst part was that she had no clue what happened to her. Was she alright? Was she safe? Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she staying with? 

It was that lack of knowledge that scared her more, far more than whatever the answers could possibly be. 

She was so consumed by her self-depreciating grief that she was both blind and deaf to the outside world. She was unable to register the tell-tale clank-stomps of an animatronic walking, nor the darting shadow of a figure continuously ducking in and out of the many rooms that dotted the hall. She remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, until… 

“Oh, there you are Rose!”

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Something’s not quite right about them, evil perhaps

My own au version of mini moose and gir, mini moose is stil wip

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Yet Another Domestic K-9 Story Preview

Inside a tiny, abandoned room, a series of shuddering breaths, inborn sobs, and wet hiccups served as the only reprieve from the otherwise oppressive silence. Rosemary was neatly tucked against the wall, hunched over and clutching herself tightly in some attempt to bring herself a modicum of comfort. But there was no comfort to be found in these dead gray walls with dead gray people possessing dead not-gray animatronics. For even over the bitter concoction of regret, grief, and forlorn misery brewing inside her, she could still feel the chilled metal talons of the robot digging into herself, and each creak of rusty metal joints just served as yet another painful reminder of all her failures.  

Her heart clenched as her traitorous mind wandered back over to Jack. Jack, her Jack, the love of her life. The two of them had been through thick and thin together, all throughout high school, college, and adulthood. Jack, who loyally stood by her, who would do anything for her. Jack would know how to make her feel better. She could almost feel his rough palms caressing her own, his calloused thumb rubbing soothing circles into her hands as she sobbed into his arms. He would promise her with his delightfully deep voice that everything would be okay, and that they would still have each other, even through all this insanity. That Sophie-  

Oh god, Sophie! A fresh torrent of wails bubbled up from deep within her. The metal fingers dug into the plastic encasing on her arms even further. The sting of failure kept lashing at her, tearing and clawing at her skin until she was left bleeding.  

She was vaguely aware she kept crying out her daughter’s name, but she just couldn’t find the willpower to stop it. Her mind and body felt so disconnected that it was hard to track what she was doing over the maelstrom of anguish that buffeted her. 

She left Sophie all alone, after all the tragedies her poor little girl was forced to endure. Rosemary was all she had left, but then she had to mess even that up. Now her poor, poor baby was all alone in the world, an orphan, for god’s sake. She left her daughter an orphan!  

A fresh new wave of sorrow overwhelmed her just then. It wasn’t a new revelation by any means, but it was a painfully true one. It didn’t matter that she never asked for that wretched rabbit to rip her family apart, or that she tried her best to escape the restaurant when they were still there. Even still, the ending didn’t change. One by one her sweet little girl lost her entire family, and now was completely and utterly alone. 

And the worst part was that she had no clue what happened to her. Was she alright? Was she safe? Where was she? What was she doing? Who was she staying with? 

It was that lack of knowledge that scared her more, far more than whatever the answers could possibly be. 

She was so consumed by her self-depreciating grief that she was both blind and deaf to the outside world. She was unable to register the tell-tale clank-stomps of an animatronic walking, nor the darting shadow of a figure continuously ducking in and out of the many rooms that dotted the hall. She remained completely oblivious to her surroundings, until… 

“Oh, there you are Rose!”

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my favorite out of context tweet probably

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fin fin can I see your wife and kids