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for a long time i lived alone, but then i got a service dog. after a lot of training, the service dog came to live with me—except, the same day the trainers brought quincy, an orange tabby tomcat also showed up.

"you didn't tell us you had a cat!" said the trainers, both very upset (because they hadn't trained quincy to live with a cat).

"i don't have a cat," i said. "I don't know who this is."

the cat never went away. i named him poe dameron and he lived with me and quincy. they got along fine, in their own way.

we had our quiet adventures. poe was very cuddly but sometimes he just took off for a day or two. once he got into some paint.

after a while, i found out that poe dameron really lived across the alleyway, and belonged to my neighbor elizabeth's teenaged son, and his real name was PUMPKIN. but poe apparently didn't like the teenaged son (probably not least because he named him PUMPKIN), so he had come to live with us instead. elizabeth was fine with it.

the years went by and one day poe dameron crossed the rainbow bridge too soon. i took his ashes to elizabeth. we were very sad.

a few weeks later, she asked me to come over to see something.

it turned out that poe dameron had also lived with a THIRD lady, a few streets over. this lady, whom neither of us knew, was a painter, and she had made this painting of poe dameron. i don't know what she called him, but she painted him like one of your french girls.

"i think you should have it," elizabeth said, tactfully. "after all, he spent the most time with you." i was quite sure she just didn't want this hideous painting in her gabillion-dollar house, but i agreed.

the painting now hangs in the kitchen over my stove—not least because its brick-red frame matches my curtains. and because it delights me to see poe dameron every day, looking so fluffy and sultry, like an orientalist renaissance odalisque.

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drawing people i see in the city (48/?)

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keeping houseless people in thoughts during heat wave

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season 1: I'm Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of Magnus Institute, London. My professional opinion is that this is all horseshit and everyone that isn't me needs psychiatric help. Statement ends.

season 2: Supplemental: God lives inside the printer and he keeps telling me my assistants are murderers. I am inclined to believe him based on the fact that Martin told to have a nice day. Innately suspicious behavior.

season 3: My only friends are my ex-girlfriend, her cat, and the many scars I've gotten from various monsters and fear cultists.

season 4: You know, just being socially adept would solve a lot of my problems. Unfortunately, I was traumatized so thoroughly by age eight that I learned the best way to make friends is to blink at them slowly until they get the idea. This does not work when your evil patron god uses eyeballs to devour fear.

season 5: Either Jonah Magnus tells us where he took all the good cows, or my boyfriend and I bash his head in with a lead crowbar. It's his choice.

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My beautiful princess

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I’m only a few episodes in but he’s kind of a mood

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the fact jon sims is an orphan isnt dwelled on at ALL cus of how much shit he goes through in the series will never not be funny to me. like yeah ok both your parents are dead get back to the Horrors gay boy

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Had to make this a reality

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Hmm thinking about a martin redesign

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Honey don’t feed me I will come back

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I FORGOT TO REUPLOAD THIS STUPID JOKE

I laughed WAY too hard while making this btw

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The monthly routine yk how it goes

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I love listening too tma in order because it's like

Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,viscerally unpleasant horror,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, something that touches at the core or what makes you you, puts words to sensation you have had following you your entire life, alters you as person, Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, viscerally unpleasant horror, Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode,Cool episode, HOMOSEXUAL OCCURRENCES!!!

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this supplemental DESTROYED me

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right now, he's prey.

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Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.

Edit: i forgot to say, but yes! The caption is indeed lyrics from the song "White Winter Hymnal" By Fleet Foxes!

Super inspired by @weevildead 's michael painting! I hesitate to post this bc it was super experimental, and i hate the hair and how unblended the edges are w the obvious layers and weird blurring and stray marks...but idc im posting it.

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maybe the real Ceaseless Watcher was the fandom we made along the way