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cute boyo here could’ve ended up with me too, just sayin

AU INTENSIFIES

The One Where Rachel Should Have Ended Up With Joey™

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if only

it is 2 am and I am looking for smut, I need help—

AU where I’m not in love with fictional characters, but real, living people who actually exist.

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THIS— I— LETS GIVE A HAND TO THE BIBLE FIRST OF ALL—

When a subject is pictured with SCP-978, the photograph that develops shows not what the subject was doing at the time of the photo, but rather what the subject wanted to be doing.

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aaaAaaAaAAAAAAAH—

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I NEED MORE 662 IMAGINES/ONESHOTS OR ANYTHING PLEASE ANYONE

This safe boy doesn’t get all the attention he deserves ugh T_T

Could you do relationship headcanons for scp 662?

I’ve taken this in a slightly different route. Here you go!

SCP-662/SCP Reader

”SCP-662 is a small silver hand bell. Within the inside of the bell, an inscription has been etched into the silver, reading: “Forever Mine – S.J.W.” When the bell is rung, a butler calling himself Mr. Deeds, will appear from the nearest area” …

About three hundred years ago, you’d decided to leave London to go on an expedition to the southern colonies. Your cherished companion, Mr. Deeds, had been forced to stay behind. So as a little parting gift, you’d had a silver bell made for him- a little ironic, actually, just to make him laugh. You’d waved goodbye and set off.

Your death was unexpected. It was the tiger that got you, in the end. Yes, the tiger: a strange name for a man. He’d stabbed you to death. Though that was expected, considering he was a doctor attempting an emergency surgery.

Yes. Well, either way, you died. But like most things, you decided that that didn’t much suit you, so two hundred years later, you woke back up. And spent an equal amount of time trudging back to London to return to your home.

Imagine your shock when your home had been turned into an orphanage during your time away. Not much of a shock at all, actually, because you’d stated as such in your will. What was a shock, though, was that Mr. Deeds was gone.

And that simply wouldn’t do.

One hundred years spent trudging back through former colonies and across the globe sent you to America. With its… democracies. And you managed to unearth the location of a secret society, where a man had claimed your companion had gone.

So you went.

It was a little troublesome when the people at the secret society attempted to, Ah, shoot you, as the kids say. With guns. Much smaller than you remembered. But, only a little troublesome, since you simply had to wait for them to stop pestering you, so you could inquire about your dearest friend.

And even though it had been three hundred years since you had seen him last, Mr. Deeds still smiled in that way, and pulled out a bouquet of fresh cut roses for you. He always was a charmer.

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Oml please—my heart can only handle so much beauty..! My double duo 662s over here

点图，tag好多（瘫

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Love myself some jiggle physics

commission for @snowyartemus

Rowlet and quality jiggles

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This guy’s got his life together, no question

This is my allotted feelings time

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Shoutout to all my friends who don’t know the difference between constructive criticism and criticism

“How to Art?”

“Hey man that’s not bad!”

“It’s not that great!”

“No it’s good man!”

“Maybe though, add some shading around where the head shadows the neck.”

“Make sure you it’s obvious where the light source is coming from.”

“It will help give the drawing more volume and depth.”

“Whoa! You’re really good at art, man!”

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CHORTLE

don’t wish shit you don’t wanna see…….

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moon doctor

apple a day…

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My boy. My sweet, wonderful, savage baby boy.

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dont u hate it when its nine in the afternoon but ur eyes are just normal sized

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oh my god

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this year, don’t be afraid to be yourself. grow fangs!!! unfurl your wings!!!! vaporize unsuspecting mortal souls with your eldritch presence!!!!! stand on the rooftop and shriek at the heavens until god himself comes down to tell you to stop!!!!!!!!!!!

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you’ve come here in my house to tell me on this day that virgil uses proper grammar while texting?

shame on you

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Bi girls realizing they’re lesbians? Powerful. Amazing. You’re not contributing to the idea that bisexual people “pick a side”, you’re just coming to terms with your attraction to women in its entirety. And that’s ok.

Lesbians realizing they’re bi? Wonderful. Beautiful. You’re not contributing to the idea that lesbians can be forced to like men. You are who you are. And you’re lovely.