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corporate katz.... more like WAR CRIMINAL KATZ

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Fire Alarmy: the new character that no one at the BFDI x II tour wanted, but the new character that everyone... well, as a matter of fact, no one needed them.

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she's gonna kill me

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mutual 1: I want to turn that man's prostate into silly putty

mutual 2: here's smth i doodled during science class lol

mutual 3: pls remember that you personally can drink milk and still be a lactose intolerance ally!! anyone who tells you otherwise doesn't know their history :]

mutual 4: fucking a robot girl in the ass call that backend programming

mutual 5: holy shit I need him so fucking bad holy shit holyyy shit oh my god

mutual 6: anyone get kind of horny putting the ignition key in the car....it's so intimate....turning him on....

mutual 7: so lets talk about where scrimblo's arc is realistically going- I know a lot of people are trying to argue that he's being manipulated but this ignores the fact that there is clearly unresolved conflict between him and bleebus about their moralities

mutual 8: happy propeller penis thursday

mutual 9: "scrimblo and bleebus need to discuss their morality" god forbid a pathetic boywife does some torture 🙄🙄

mutual 10: WHO IS HYPED FOR THE NEW ALBUM LETS FUCKING GO

mutual 11: guys we're not getting a new album

mutual 12: please stop sending me death threats

mutual 13: why is my whole dash talking about this band I don't even listen to.....

mutual 14: hey boy nice knife wound can i put my tongue in it

mutual 15: i'm going to fall into lake michigan

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Male writers writing female characters:

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”

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sad that the osc is so insular bcuz if i quote "forgiveness is a lie positivity is a lie cancel culture is not real hate is a natural instinct" nobody is gonna understand what im referencing </3

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"It is understandable when Inanimate Insanity and BFDI fans become frustrated by repetitive and/or invasive questions at meetups" and "Those who ask repetitive and/or invasive questions at meetups should be treated with respect by their surrounding audience of Inanimate Insanity and BFDI fans" are two statements that can (and should) coexist. If the crew appears exasperated by the same FanTube shipping query they have heard fifty times prior, it is not your responsibility to exact vigilante justice! They are perfectly capable of managing their reactions on their own. Shaming a person -- who is probably a child -- never ends well.

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wizard1p1 would be asesome if u ould fish ib it. Like if it had a fishing simulator

you can fish in it for free. just grab the

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psa

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this website isn't fucking real

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Adam Katz and Brian Koch brutalized me. You do not need to believe my story, as I cannot supply any evidence for it, but I know what I experienced. Anyone who endorses their wrongdoings wholeheartedly supports all unspeakable acts of violence in this world.

(Mind the tags!)

Since I am a college student, I spend my summers at home; there, I expend my time looking for employment opportunities, relaxing, and walking around any place available to me. Streets, forest trails, creeks... if a surface presents itself, I surely trek across it! On these walks, I listen to Inanimate Insanity-related content on my headphones for the purpose of drowning out background noise. (I do not resent most sounds within nature, but the human inference from passersby can become quite frustrating.) Tragedy struck when I should have known peace.

Listen, I know that I made an unwise choice to saunter around nearby woods at night. But my curiosity overcame my sense of self-preservation! When I saw those blinking lights in the trees' shadows at sunset, I felt compelled to follow them. I only realized how I lost track of my location -- and the time -- hours after my chase began. A logical portion of my brain begged me to seek safety from the multitude of dangers surrounding my general area. Another feral portion encouraged my endless search. "Hatching the Plan" blared in my ears. Only the latter option mattered.

Thirty minutes later, I heard them.

Footsteps.

"Who is there?" I meekly asked, afraid to attract their undivided attention. For all I knew, those footsteps could belong to completely innocent hikers that wished not to be bothered. I did not even register how another pair of sounds entered the fray. I did not even register how the first pair materialized behind me, or how the second pair abruptly halted elsewhere. Inanimate Insanity played much too loudly. Suddenly, a person's hands grabbed me from behind, thus preventing any semblance of movement.

"A fan." I could recognize that voice anywhere.

"Brian?!" I choked; my voice heaved from the pressure he was exerting on my stomach. "What --"

"Where there are fans, there are ingrates. You claim to understand us. You will never even come close to knowing what we have experienced. Truthfully, your 'understanding' cloaks mockery and ill intentions. Well, we shall finally put a stop to this, once and for all!"

With that, he pushed my chest inward, crushing my internal organs. I felt shocks of pain jolt through the entirety of my body.

Surely, this was a horrific nightmare... Brian would never stoop to such a disgusting level, even in the throes of rage! This denial could not mollify my fright. I knew The Reality of The Situation.

My face collided with the harsh ground beneath me. To prevent my (futile, regardless) escape, Brian stepped harshly on my back with his foot. I desperately attempted to wriggle away from this circumstance, but to no avail. I was trapped, overpowered, and at the mercy of someone I thought I could trust.

The second pair of footsteps resumed. I could see their perpetrator. "Ad... am... you have to... help me! I don't know what's... happening!"

He pulled out a knife. Brian flipped me into a supine position.

"No one does," Adam coldly jeered, before thrusting his weapon directly into my stomach. The scream I unleashed could have awoken everyone within a ten-mile radius. He began slicing indiscriminately into my entire body, pulling intestines from any open cavity, snapping exposed bones, and cutting my tendons to guarantee a painful death. Perhaps my will kept me alive, even as my pleas for an end to my torment gradually decreased in intensity. Brian never made a move to quiet my protests. He knew they did not matter.

As a hand reached directly for my heart, and pulled it straight from its home, I looked weakly into Adam's eyes. The darkness radiated palpably through them, yet I wondered if I could reach out to any semblance of innocence inside him, just this once.

"Uhgh... us fans... w... e... cared a... bo... ut... ghghh... you... why... Go... d... w... h... y?" Blood dribbled down the lower half of my face. For a moment, his gaze softened, as if he felt regret wash over him.

The remorse vanished in a second. His expression reverted to its original bitterness.

"As if you ever cared." He stood up and walked away. In an instant, it was over. Brian released my mutilated self and quickly ran to Adam, ensuring that he was not left alone. I could have sworn that Adam turned around to regard me again -- with resentment or with pity, I did not know -- before he bound into the brush, never to be seen again.

How did I live? Well, it surely must have been a miracle. I never questioned how I awoke the next day, complete with healed wounds, and Hatching the Plan still playing in the distance. Those credits still haunt me. It is as though the duo kept them on to further taunt me. "You could not abandon your community if you tried!"

When you support AnimationEpic, you support this desolation of whimsical souls. Adam and Brian will pay for their malevolent deeds. Thank you for reading.

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Oh, to be bisexual and a frequent Saturday Night Live watcher...

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Life will be weak to Fire when I am done with them (violence).

I wanna write about Nikita so bad but I don't know jack shit about them.

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As a "person" who possesses the middle name of "Avalon," I do not claim responsibility for them. They neither matured in me nor interacted with my family.

I wanna write about Nikita so bad but I don't know jack shit about them.

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ive not seen anyone talk about this dialouge yet and it makes me a bit sad. the answer is yes. yes you can look like this, yes you can dream like this. Please do and please dont ever stop. i love you, okay?

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Apparently, I talk to myself with such a high degree of inflection and realism that my mother believed I was speaking with someone on the phone. Granted, this incident occurred in the shower -- I would never dare to bring my devices into a moist bathroom -- but I suppose my ability to improvise presentations is partially explained by those moments. Yap to your walls; then, yap to your class. What a pipeline!

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Well, this emoji-based prediction is mildly concerning... will my summer initially appear to progress towards a pleasant outcome, only to flounder in loss towards the very end? The answer is: no. If I do not treat this reblog game as mere fun, I will drive myself mad.

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go