#Even the caves were left a mess! I can't be odd for cleaning up all the caves meticulously surely that's expected

[angelguk]

oc is back on her bullshit!!! miss out and about im gonna forget about you!! im so sorry for this part actually. descriptions of oc sleeping with someone who is not jaykay (warning!! infidelity but not really). suppressed feelings on jks side. chayoung is still Suspicious. everyone is now mildly shitty actually. roughly 2k. listen to not gonna cry by emma steikbakken and stranger by tove lo.

titled — fuel to the fire

It's been three days since you last spoke to Jeongguk (and four weeks since your break-up). Not about your relationship or the horrendous state your sudden break-up left you in, or about the fact that Jeongguk had moved on before your heart had even registered the cracks he'd left in his wake. No, not that – none of the actual life changing important stuff, only him briefly mentioning that you needed to hand in your event proposal for the student committee before the deadline approached. It was unbelievably strange to watch the person you'd basically surgically attached to your being behave like a complete stranger. It didn't help that he didn't seemed unfazed approaching you, while you on the other hand actively avoided him and all the usual corners of campus where he liked to lurk (which sucked because those corners were some of your favourites places too). But there he was, ambling to you with an ease that made your gut violently twist, acrid bile slithering up your throat.

He'd spoken so freely, the sound of your name on his tongue a brand on your skin. You'd frozen, heart a wild animal locked in your chest, before you could summon the mettle to look him in the face.

The first thing you noted was that his hair was no longer long. Dark locks cropped short around his ears now and casually gelled back, idle strands playfully framing his face. His features are what you settled on next, eager eyes remapping the sharp slope of his nose, easily identifying the sneaky dimple on his cheek begging to burst free and then shifting down to the dark mark right below his soft pink lips.

Your first instinct was to pull him into your arms but they were frozen, glued to the table beneath you before that blinding rage rose it's head, sparking through your veins the longer you looked at him.

He didn't even seem to realise it, rattling off the list of things you needed to email him for the spring scavenger hunt or else the event could be cancelled (which sucked because that was an idea you had created with Jeongguk and now you were stuck carrying the bulk of the event alone).

Your replies had been curt, blunt as they left your lips before you'd pointedly turned away. Maybe if you had looked a little longer you would detected the lingering gaze he granted your features, how he shuffled on his feet, unsure and hesitant, words on his tongue longing to be released. Eventually he had swallowed him down, mumbled a quick goodbye and wandered off, the hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy jeans aching to hold yours again.

You, however, didn't miss the muffled giggles of girls he passed on his way out, a sick icky feeling clogging your throat. You didn't mind the fan girls when you were dating because you knew Jeongguk was yours and yours alone. But now? When he'd moved on not even a weak after your break-up you didn't know how to feel. Jealous, maybe. Furious, absolutely. For a second, you considered throwing your mini stapler at their huddled heads, weighing the odds of possibly going to jail for assault. But there was no reason to truly justify that reaction, not when Jeongguk was single and apparently available for everyone. But did that feeling still brew inside of you? Turning into something black and vile and vengeful? Perhaps.

And maybe that's why you're here now, the body of some boy pressing against yours, your bare back prickling as the night wind grazes against it. The dress you'd plucked from your closet was criminal, clinging to the dips and rounds of your body perfectly, a silky emerald backless piece that shimmered beneath the soft lights of the porch you'd abruptly accoupled. His name might be Lucas – you may have been able to accurately remember that three drinks ago but you're beyond that now. And it didn’t really matter when all you wanted was for him to fuck you. He's also big and huge, massive shoulders caving you in, and his hands is snaking it's way up your thighs, ginger kisses peppered along the span of your neck.

Which is not what you wanted. Not in a one-night stand at least. You don't want soft and gentle, you want something wild – feral even. Something harsh enough to wipe the memory of Jeongguk's hands on your skin, something bright and fierce and new. Something to make you feel alive again.

Lucas gets the hint soon enough, spurred on by the bold movement of your hand guiding his closer, right between your thighs were you wanted him. Deft harsh fingers on your clit followed, pressing against the damp fabric with no remorse. You couldn't help the whimper that floats from your lips, the tension stringing through your limbs finally alleviated.

"Cute," he murmurs, seemly pleased judging from the broad smile that tugs at his lips. You make a noise of agreement in return, drawing in him for a kiss as the pad of this thumb toys with you. There's the sillage of whiskey on his tongue, something that nearly makes you freeze because you're used to tasting that on Jeongguk. But you beat down that apprehension, a muffled moan breaking past your lips when Luca's tongue mets yours.

"My place?" He suggests, lips glimmering from your lip gloss. You smile, a familiar giddiness bubbling in your chest when he shifts a little, hard bulge bumping into the base of your stomach. You give in a little bit more easily than you normally would have, clinging onto his hand as he guides you out of the party towards the neighboring building. Chayoung and Sieun are going to kill you later for this but you simply can't force yourself to care. 

"You're in that frat?" You finally murmur out when he keys himself into the building. Lucas hums, glowing under the moonlight when he smiles at you.

"Mhm, Sigma Chi for life, babe."

Babe. A complete one-eighty from the bunny you'd grown accustomed to.

It hits a little harder when he gets you into his room, the mess unlike anything you'd ever seen at Jeongguk's (he's very anal but his room and how clean it should be, specific down even to the various scents he kept around to ensure the air he breathed was perfect). Lucas was the average frat boy, messy but neat enough that you find yourself naked on his bed a couple moments later, his tongue deep inside of you. Your brain couldn't help but recall the last time a head had settled between your thighs, Jeongguk eager to lick out the pool of cum he'd left there. But this wasn't him and as of five seconds ago you decided you’re no longer allowed to think about him.

Lucas makes it easy, tongue skilled and swift around your clit, a fervour in his movements that leaves you dripping down his chin. Jeongguk evaporates from your mind entirely when Lucas descends on you, his mouth glistening and his tongue tasting of you. His kisses are hungry now, forceful, just what you need. Your palms stray down his wide back, a strange tingle erupting in your gut when your nails dig and he groans right down your throat.

"You're so big," the comment is a mumbled slur, lost in Lucas's mouth. For a second, you think he misunderstands, his hard cock twitching against your thigh. You're actually talking about his shoulders; they're broad, muscles rippling every time he shifts to press you harder into the mattress. You like the weight of him on you, it makes forgetting easier.

But Lucas knows what you're saying, discerning your wandering fingers and clouded eyes well.

"I know," he returns with lopsided smile. "Perks of swimming."

Oh, of course he was an athlete. Maybe you had a type after all.

Before Jeongguk has a moment to resurface Lucas has you in his arms, easily twisting you around so that your face is buried in his sheets. It short-circuits you, brain sparking with how large and huge and strong he feels. The following sudden press of his lips against your ass doesn’t help, your heart thumping loud in your head as your shuffle onto your elbows.

"Good?" Lucas asks, rising to fetch a condom from his drawer.

"Mhm," you return, thighs trembling when he returns. He easily lines himself up with you, the head of his cock pressed into you coaxing a low groan from your throat. The first thrust hurts, probably because you're body isn't as on board with this as you thought. But that changes quick when Lucas's hand slides underneath you, swiftly settling on your clit until you're leaking around his length, skin tight with tension and sweat beading along the length of your back. The stretch feels strange – he's larger than Jeongguk, wider. At first it's too uncomfortable to feel good. Your senses narrow on the sound of your meeting instead, loud and lewd, your pussy squelching with every drag of his cock inside of you. The ripple of your ass helps you relax too, a pleasant almost dizzy feel spreading through your body when Lucas draws you closer, shoving himself deep inside, the whine floating from his lips painting your skin warm. He fucks you hard enough to leave marks, large fingers digger into your hips with every resounding collide of your bodies. You shiver when he finishes, a grimness appearing on your skin. It's vanished by Lucas tugging you close, his mouth light on your lip as he kisses you, cock slowly slipping out.

It feels better the second round. He's perceptive, quickly learning how you like your clit touched, or that you like when his teeth sink into your skin rather hard. You actually cum this time, spread open over his massive strong thighs, his length splitting you open, the stretched welcomed.

You forgot about Jeongguk and your sore heart for a total of two wonderous hours, before your phone starts blaring from your discarded mini-bag on the floor. Lucas is the one that gets it for you.

"Hi?"

"Y/N! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?" Chayoung's tone is aggrieved, wavering through the sound of some song blasting in the background.

"Oh. I left." You hope she gets it, doesn't press any further. But what was Chayoung if not a button pusher?

"WHERE? YOU WENT HOME? WHEN?"

"No, I'm not home. And awhile ago." Lucas is pointedly not listening, pattering through the adjacent bathroom of his room. The pressure ebbs when he turns the tap on loud.

"WHAT?"

"I said I'm not home! And please stop yelling!"

There's a loaded pause. You can feel Chayoung thinking through the line. "Okay... Who are you with?"

"Fine, yes I'll meet you there," you say instead, completely ignoring her question. Lucas is out of the bathroom now, massive and still naked as his knee sinks into the mattress. He crawls to you as you scramble to get out, phone wedged between your shoulder and ear. "Yeah, yeah I know I'm sorry. I'll come get you."

"What the hell are you talking about Y/N? Who are you with?" Chayoung's words are bitter now, stinging as they hit your ear.

"Gimme five seconds, I'll be right there," you return, swiftly cutting the call. Chayoung is going to kill you the second you see her but you'd rather attempt to live through that than Lucas overhearing you gossip about him on the phone with your friend. The man in question is watching you with a chary gaze as you hurriedly tug your dress over your head. "Sorry," you supply, pulling the hem down hard over your butt. "My friend needs me."

He nods slow, strawberry blond locks swaying. He's actually very hot, an observation that has you stilling for a second.

"Cool. See you around, yeah?" His eyes are round and big, bright even – almost like Jeongguk's. That breaks the spell.

"Yeah, see you around." And then you take the chance to flee, bag swung over your shoulder. Except Lucas halts you with a low cough, raising his hand, something bunched up in it.

"You forget this, though." It's your underwear, red and lacy. Your cheeks match the colour of fabric, flushed hot as you pluck it out of his wide palm. Lucas watches you slip them on with a smug smile, one that you should hate but there's a humour in it that blooms through you. He lets you part with a fond squeeze of ass when he gets up to open the door, still grinning.

"See you, Y/N," he says, leaning against the doorframe. He's very tall too, how did you miss that?

"Yeah," you squeak back, eyes shifting from his face with speed. "See you."

He's not Jeongguk, and that's good. He also makes it easy for you to forget about Jeongguk, another plus. And you can't help but wonder as you scurry back to the party, that it might be nice to see him again.

—

That sentiment gets jumbled when Chayoung avidly spills to you later that she'd stumbled into Jeongguk with his hands tangled with another girls, leading her right out of the party as Lucas had lead you. It stings, of course it does, but not as much as the first one. Not when Lucas is in your DMs, his messages sweet albeit corny, and you can still recall the taste of you on his tongue. 

But despite everything, even with Jeongguk a new stranger and Lucas's body warming yours, you haven’t truly let go. You can feel it in how you cling to the clothes Jeongguk had left in your closet. He hadn't requested to come pick them up yet, a fact that keeps a wedge in the door you're not sure you can close alone. Your heart still spikes when you see him on campus, and there's a home game coming around the corner that you're longing to go to. Because you still want to see him. Still want to be by his side Sometimes it felt nice to want to forget but you couldn't – not yet at least, not until you know whether he wants to forget about you too.

[allthetonyships]

i wanted to request iron husbands fic where after years of pinning they finally go on a date and tony is so nervous he like spills his drink, gets food on his clothes, needs to pee really badly but is too embarrassed to say anything until he can't anymore, he trips over something and is embarrassed again and stuff like that

To say Tony feels awkward is somewhat ofan understatement. He knows Rhodey; he’s known him since they were both incollege, too young and rash. He remembers being seventeen and having Rhodey’sarm slung over his shoulder; he remembers being thirty and calling Rhodey whenhe was drunk and lonely; he remembers being thirty-eight and being in an Afghancave, fervently wishing his friend still lived.

He doesn’t remember when, exactly, hefell in love. He may always have been in love; there’s certainly always beensomething, even if he had never acted on it.

Tony doesn’t even know how they got tothis point – this point being the date he’s currently on with Rhodey, hisclosest friend sitting opposite him, staring at him curiously as a burningvanilla-scented candle and a vase with a single rose in it divide them.

He loves Rhodey – he’s just not sure howto do it in a way that Rhodey is aware of that. He’s definitely not sure how toact on a date.

Rhodey smiles at him, and Tony nervouslytries to smile back. If he blows this, if he loses this chance, theirfriendship will be ruined, and it’ll be on him. He can’t lose Rhodey; he has todo this perfectly. That’s hard, though, because Tony can hardly hide how muchof a wreck he is with Rhodey. To hide his anxiousness, he takes his glass ofwater – or tries to, anyway. He misses and knocks it over instead, and thewater spills over the table.

‘’Shit,’’ Tony says, and winces. Rhodeyis already fixing; carefully putting the candle, the roses and his own drink onthe free table beside them, he removes the tablecloth, gesturing to the waiterfor a new one. ‘’Um, sorry – I can –‘’

‘’Don’t worry,’’ Rhodey says easily, asthe waiter arrives with a new tablecloth, taking the wet one with him. ‘’It’sjust water. Fixed it already, you see?’’

‘’Sorry,’’ Tony repeats lamely. ‘’So. You’vedone anything fun, lately?’’ It sounds miserable even to his own ears, butRhodey just smiles and tells him about some of the work he’s been doing for themilitary, and shares a few anecdotes which make Tony laugh out loud. It’s goingwell again, right up to the moment their food arrives.

Tony has lasagne, as it’s one of hisfavourite meals. Rhodey is easily eating his own food, fork in the air as hewaves his left hand around telling a story, and Tony laughs even as he bringshis own fork to his mouth.

The lasagne, as he could have guessed,falls on his pants. ‘’Damn it,’’ he says, glaring at the spot.

‘’That’s not where it’s supposed togo,’’ Rhodey says.

Tony stands up. ‘’I’ll just go wash itoff, I’ll be right back,’’ he says. Rhodey just waves him away, as Tony goes tothe bathroom. Once he’s in the men’s room by himself, he sighs and leansagainst the wall. He wants to make an impression on Rhodey, to really convincehim that being a couple would be way more awesome than being friends. So far,it’s not going as well as he’d hoped.

He’s got the fancy restaurant, the fancyclothes, he even showed up on time to pick Rhodey up. He’s been a perfectgentleman, but he has no idea what tosay. Then he goes and makes Rhodey clean up the water he spilled, and now he hasfood on his pants. Delicious food, but still food in places it should decidedlynot be.

‘’Get it together, Tony,’’ he mutters tohimself, trying to wipe away the stain with some wet toilet paper. The redstain is still clearly visible on his dark blue pants; no amount of wiping isgoing to make the lasagne stain invisible.

With an annoyed last glance at it, hethrows away the dirty toilet paper and stares at himself in the mirror. Helooks good, but tired; not like someone that’s having fun on a date. With asmall mental pep-talk, he forces himself to go back to their table.

‘’I thought you were going to run out onme,’’ Rhodey jokes as he sits down. ‘’That stain come out?’’

Tony shrugs. ‘’Not really, but I’llthrow it in the trash when I get home.’’

Rhodey throws his head back, laughing.‘’You could also just wash it like an ordinary person.’’

Tony smiles, leaning forward. ‘’I’m notan ordinary person.’’

‘’I know you’re not,’’ Rhodey says,tilting his head. ‘’I’m going to show you how to wash your clothes, alright? Nothrowing away clothes because of a little stain.’’

‘’I’ve got more money than I know whatto do with, throwing away clothes is hardly my biggest concern,’’ Tony sayseasily. ‘’Shouldn’t you worry about, I don’t know, something else than myincapability to take care of myself? I’ve got people for that, you know.’’

‘’Yeah, I’m one of them,’’ Rhodey pointsout.

This is banter – this is easy. Tonymanages to stop spilling on his clothes, and it goes surprisingly well. Or atleast, it does until he feels the need to pee. He can hold it in, for a while,as he doesn’t want to leave again so soon after he left the first time. Thenthey get into a conversation about whether Pepper needs intervention to stopher from taking over the world, and they have too much fun for Tony to leave.He doesn’t want to interrupt Rhodey’s dramatic monologue, and he’s afraid thatleaving now will mean he won’t get this groove back.

So he sits there, laughing with Rhodey,until he feels like his bladder is about to burst.

‘’You want some more water?’’ Rhodeyasks eventually, pointing to his empty glass.

‘’I’m good,’’ Tony says, crossing hislegs under the table.

‘’Here, try my drink,’’ Rhodey says,shoving his glass into Tony’s face. ‘’It’s a combination of blueberry and mangojuice.’’

Traitor. ‘’You just took that so I’ddrink it,’’ Tony accuses him. It’s no secret that those are his favouritefruits, and he thinks he’s physically incapable of resisting anything that hasblueberries in it. It’s Rhodey’s way to make sure he eats and drinks enough.

Rhodey grins. ‘’Guilty as charged,’’ hesays lazily, leaning back in his chair. ‘’Drink it.’’

There’s one other thing besideblueberries that he’s addicted to, and that’s Rhodey’s shit-eating grin, so hetakes it and downs all of it.

For a second, he’s alright, staring athis friend’s satisfied grin, before he feels his bladder complain. ‘’Oh damn,’’he says, and up he goes, running towards the bathroom. He makes it just in timeto pee, and the pressure leaves his body.

When he gets out of the stall, Rhodey isstanding there with crossed arms, a concerned expression on his face. ‘’Tony?’’he says. ‘’Are you feeling alright?’’

‘’Yeah, I just needed to pee,’’ he says.Another guy, washing his hands, gives them an odd look and disappears from thebathroom.

Rhodey blinks. ‘’So you ran away?’’

Tony winces. ‘’I really needed to pee,’’ he says.

Rhodey sighs, turning away. ‘’Do youreally want this, Tones?’’ he asks. ‘’You’ve been acting weird all evening.Look, if this is something you’re not sure about, you know you can tell me. Itdoesn’t have to change between us if you don’t want it to, I can lay down for abit.’’

Tony raises his eyebrows. ‘’Me?’’ he asks incredulously. ‘’I’vewanted this for the majority of my life, Rhodey. I can’t help it if I turn intoa mess at the thought of fucking this up. I’ve got to show you that – that I’mwhat you think I am. That’s – a lot of pressure, okay? So yeah, I spill my drinkand my food and I don’t go peeing out of fear for ruining the evening. I alsotripped while we entered the restaurant, but you didn’t see that.’’

‘’I did see that,’’ Rhodey says.

Tony sighs. ‘’Okay. It’s not because Idon’t want this. I’ve wanted this for a long time now. I’m just – I’m afraidthat you don’t want this.’’

Rhodey, against all expectations in,smiles and takes Tony’s face in between his hands, before pressing a soft kissagainst his lips.

Tony stares at him, as they break apart.‘’What did I do?’’ he asks, genuinely confused.

Rhodey steals a kiss again beforeleaning back a bit. ‘’You’re adorable,’’ he mutters. ‘’You don’t have topretend to be anything you’re not, Tony. That’s the beauty of this; you alreadyknow me, and I know you. I don’t want my friendship you to change; I just wantto add to what we already have. So, what do you say we leave and go get somehotdogs?’’

‘’Only if I can have two,’’ Tony says.‘’And with extra mayonnaise.’’

‘’You’re disgusting,’’ Rhodey says, andhe kisses Tony again. Tony lets him, leaning into it. ‘’Never change.’’

Tony smiles as their lips meet again,before he slowly pulls away. ‘’You’ve known me for the better part of fourdecades,’’ he says pointedly. ‘’You know I’m never changing my eating habits.’’

Rhodey laughs, and starts kissing him inearnest, and Tony thinks that maybe he doesn’t mind if Tony never becomesanything else than everything he is already.

He knows he wouldn’t change Rhodey forthe world.

[donutpwns]

Journey to the Roots - Part 7

Part 6 - Part 8

“This paint is fresh.” Mabel points out; she can tell by the smell after all the paint she’s used over the years. She taps her fingers to the wall to find that the paint is dry. “Grunkle Ford was here thirty years ago but someone was here recently.” A chill runs down her spine and she pulls her hand away from the wall. “You don’t think Bill…?”

Dipper swallows thickly. Everything in his gut tells him they need to run but his curiosity sticks him in place. This was to figure out how to stop Bill, to protect Ford and Stan and all of Gravity Falls. Fate of the world stuff. He lets go of Mabel’s hand so he can pull out the notebook he’d tucked into the back of his shorts. Inside it he’s copied down everything Ford had between his Journals about Bill, all the symbols. He uses the notes as a translation guide, muttering and clicking his pen as he went through what he could read. There had to be something Ford had missed.

Something they could use to protect themselves from Bill beyond the barrier. They couldn’t just stay locked inside for the rest of their lives, and besides, someone from the outside could get to them. It was a safe base to stay in but that was about it.

While he studies, Mabel decides that the place really needs a makeover. Too much Bill for her liking; now that she thinks about it there’s a lot of Bill stuff at the Shack, like the rug in the gift shop. Good thing Ford hasn’t gone in there since the first day that he got really peeved about the fact that the Shack was a thing. She’ll have to toss it once they get home. But while they were here…

Dipper looks up at the sound of her giggles, his own mouth curling at the sight. Mabel’s got a thick purple marker out and is going to every painting of Bill that she can reach and adding mustaches and a single bushy brow to each. Part of him feels like they shouldn’t be graffiti-ing a piece of history like this but at the same time it’s Bill. He closes his notebook and runs over to her, taking the marker from her. He uses it to add a big speech bubble coming from a painting Bill looming over a bunch of stick people.

“’I am a living fart’? Really, that’s great, Dipper!” Mabel covers her mouth as she giggles. She takes the marker back and adds what Dipper assumes are stink lines coming from the triangle. Then she adds her own speech bubble coming from the people that read ‘peyew’ in big capital letters. “My best work to date, I think.” it could use some glitter for flavor but it'll do.

Dipper has to suppress his own giggles and pulls out one of the cameras he always has with him these days. “What is it you say? A scrapbookertunity?”

Mabel squeals and hugs her brother because he is the best. She left the Polaroid camera that Stan gave her at home. “Good thinking, Bro-Bro! This is a perfect addition to my ‘Bill is a doody face’ page.” She takes the camera from him and snaps a picture.

As soon as she does, they both feel an odd feeling wash over them. Something like déjà vu. Have they done this before?

They both look over to the painted wall a second before the voice sounds out, loud and chilling, “WELL WELL WELL WELL WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?” the paint shifts and forms a giant red eye that glares at them as all color seems to disappear around them.

Their hands find each other and squeeze tight. Mabel moves closer to her brother, the hand not in his reaching up to grip his sleeve tight. Still she forces her voice to be loud and full, because you can't let the monsters know you're scared, that's what Ford says. “Go away, Bill!”

“HEY, THAT'S HURTFUL, SHOOTING STAR. YOU'RE THE ONE THAT CAME AND KNOCKED ON MY DOOR.” the paint shifts again into the shape of Bill; he peels himself off the wall with a sickening sound. There's an audible POP once he's free and he changes from red to yellow. “I'VE MISSED YOU BOTH, EVEN YOU, PINE TREE. HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO VISIT SINCE YOU PUT UP THAT BARRIER.”

“That’s kinda the point.” Dipper squeezes his sister's hand, glaring at the triangle. This all seems too familiar. He can't fight the feeling that he's forgetting something, something important.

Bill shrugs and begins floating around them in a lazy circle. “AND HERE I WAS HOPING YOU WOULD HELP ME WITH SOMETHING.”

Mabel snorts, grip loosening on Dipper’s sleeve. “As if we’d help you! We hate you, you pointy jerk!”

“THAT’S FAIR. BUT KNOW WHAT’S NOT HATEFUL? GIVING SECOND CHANCES AND HELPING SOMEONE FIND A LONG LOST FRIEND. ISN’T THAT THE SORTA THING YOU LOVE TO DO, SHOOTING STAR?” He moves in super close, forcing both twins to stumble back a few steps, and gives Mabel’s nose a tweak. The lower lid of his eye takes up most of his eye and his whole body seems to shake with manic giggles. “I JUST NEED YOU TO HELP ME FIND MY BEST FRIEND AND I’LL BE OUT OF YOUR LIVES FOREVER. INTERDIMINSIONAL SCOUTS HONOR!” he lifts a hand in a sort of salute.

Mabel might not be as smart as her brother, but even she can see through Bill’s crap. Normally she’d jump at the chance to reunite long lost friends, it’d be like something out of one of her books, but Bill didn’t have any friends that he needed to be with anymore. So she sticks her tongue out at him. “Never!”

The eye moves to focus on Dipper. “C’MON, PINE TREE. JUST SHAKE MY HAND. I'LL FIND MY FRIEND AND THEN YOU TWO WILL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN.” he sticks out his hand, blue flames lit up around it.

Mabel holds her brother's arm tighter and hisses, “Bill makes bad deals, Dipper, we can't trust him."

Dipper knows his sister's probably right, but he has a theory that he's been kicking around since he found out about Ford’s deal. It's like an old fairytale, the kind their mom used to read them. You have to be very particular with how you word your deal. That's how Bill tricked them, by following the letter of what he agreed to in the moment he shook your hand, not the intended meaning. “I help you find your friend and the moment you find them, you leave us alone forever. Got it? You never mess with us or our grunkles ever again?”

“YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN, PINE TREE. BUT SURE. IT'S A DEAL!” the flames grew brighter, bigger. “SHAKE MY HAND AND YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN ONCE I GET MY FRIEND BACK!”

Dipper takes a deep breath and reaches for Bill’s hand. Even if this fails, they have Ford now, the expert on Bill. He was sure that his family could stop Bill if he messed up. But if it succeeds, then they would be free of Bill and all Dipper has to do is be possessed for a little. Sure, last time he had to shower like thirty times before he felt even a little clean, but that was a small price to pay to be a hero. It’s what Ford would do in his place, he’s sure.

Her brother is an idiot, a complete moron. This can't end well. “Wait!” she grabs her brother’s wrist before he can touch Bill. She swallows thickly; this was such a bad idea. But what was it that Stan and Ford used to say when they were kids? Wherever we go, we go together. And if there was a chance that this could work, that they could be free of Bill, that they could protect their uncles...She trusts Dipper. “Make the deal with both of us.”

“Mabel, no.” This was his bad idea; if it went south, she had to stop him. “You can't—"

She squeezes his hand extra tight, meeting his eyes. She's scared, he knows and he hates it, but she's not going to back down. “Trust me.” She whispers, the permanent exception to the rule, before looking back at Bill. She sticks out the hand not holding Dipper’s. “C'mon. Two twins for the price of one. That's a deal.”

Bill rubs under his eye with his thumb and index finger, making a vibrating humming sound. His eye darts between them and narrows. Then he crosses his arms as he stretches a hand to each of them, blue flames glowing bright in the dim cave. “IT'S A DEAL!”

The moment before they take his hands, Dipper freezes. Wait. No, they've done this before. They've shaken his hands before and then...then they find Blandin and Dipper wakes up in the snow. This has all happened before.

The circle of candles, the ropes, Stan’s hand on his head and the sounds of Ford reciting the spell.

“This is a memory.” he pulls Mabel back before she can shake Bill's hand; he should've done that in the first place. This was such a monumental bad idea, how could he have thought it wasn't? Oh he was so stupid. “Mabel, this isn't real! This is a memory! We're in our mindscape!”

Mabel is confused for a moment before her mind catches up. She looks up at where Bill is frozen above them, hands glowing but unmoving, like a movie that's been paused. She steps forward and waves a hand in front of his face. Nothing. “So this is weird.” a grin steals her face and she picks up the marker she’d dropped when Bill had showed up so she can make him match his painting.

It wasn't just her fault; the cave had been her idea, but the deal had been Dipper’s. They screwed up together. Now they could fix it together. Knowing that made her feel braver, made her feel less garbage. The Mystery Twins could break and then fix anything.

Now they just have to save their uncles. “We've gotta find Stan and Ford.” She looks at her brother and grabs his hand again. Bill can't keep them apart in their own heads. And it's the mindscape, the place where she could have rocket powered kitten fists! “Before Bill finds whoever he's looking for.”

Who could Bill be looking for back in this time? Ford was the one who summoned him and Ford hadn't told anyone else about Bill so—

They both squeeze each other's hand together as the realization dawns.

“You don't think he's looking for…?” Dipper starts.

“...Younkle Ford had to go to sleep to do the spell, didn't he?” Mabel continues.

They both swear in unison, “Hot Belgian waffles!”

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Their mindscape is apparently books, something Dipper wishes he could be surprised about. As they run through the halls, Dipper realizes that he never really thought about what his own mind would look like; he just thought it was all doors and such, like Stan’s. When they stop at a split in the hall, he looks at the books on the shelves. Thick, glitter covered scrapbooks and journals bound in leather.

“This place is a maze!” Dipper groans, scratching at his head under his hat. How was his own mind so confusing? Well, he supposed it was also Mabel’s mind and he also had no idea where to go, but still. It shouldn’t be so hard to find stuff. “Maybe we can think up a map or something?” he tries to do so but keeps getting caught up on the fact that he knows nothing about what this place is like and therefore what if his map is wrong?

Mabel looks around, peering at the various books on the shelves. Their memories were journals and scrapbooks, apparently. That made sense. Dipper liked to write down everything and Mabel never met a good moment that wasn’t begging to be expressed with glitter and bright paper. Once they got home, she’d have to fill up so many pages with what happened here. Once she was done hugging Stan and Ford and— “Oh, I know!” she hits the heel of her fist against her open palm as the idea strikes her. She closes her eyes and focuses really hard. Slightly ahead of her a white puff of smoke appears and in its wake, something that makes her squeal, all anxiety and fear momentarily forgotten. “Waddles!”

Dipper rolls his eyes as his sister tackles the pig and peppers him with kisses. It’s nice to see his sister so happy, but they have things to do. “Mabel, I know you miss him, but we need to find Stan and Ford. They don’t know what Bill’s after.”

“That’s what he’s here for!” she gives him one last nuzzle before standing up. She puts her hands on her knees and grins at him. “Waddles! We need to find Stan and Ford! You can sniff ‘em out, right? Who’s my little guy, whose my smart little guy with the bestest, cutest little sniffer ever?” she boops his little snoot because he is too cute, “You are! Yes you are! So let’s find our Younkles! Good boy!”

Waddles oinks in a way that is totally a ‘Right away, Mabel, BTW I love you’ before putting his nose to the ground. Mabel jumps up and down and claps as he starts chasing a smell. “Ohhh! Waddles, you are the best, forever and for always!”

Dipper rolls his eyes again before grabbing his sister’s hand to chase after the pig. It was a good idea; he had to admit, so long as it worked. Waddles seemed to be able to find Stan no matter what after the whole pterodactyl incident.

 Ahead of them they can hear Ford yelling, “Stanley, he’s not—” Then he seems to cut himself off, “I’m giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life, and you won’t even listen!” Mabel wrinkles her nose; does Ford have to be so mean now of all times?

They turn the corner to see Ford struggling, suspended in midair and glowing blue, and Stan trapped between a set of shelves and a broken looking Bill. That was definitely not the Bill from their memory. Was that what happened when they both shook his hand? Serves the buttmunch right.

“YOU SHAKE MY HAND AND YOU’LL GO AWAY FOREVER. NO MORE FAILED CONS, NO MORE DOUBTS; NO MORE BEING THE LOAD ON EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT. THE KIDS WILL BE FREE AND YOU’LL NEVER HAVE TO THINK ABOUT FORD EVER AGAIN.” Bill has his cane digging into the underside of Stan’s chin; it looks painful. “C’MON, STAN. BE THE ONE THAT SAVES THE DAY INSTEAD OF RUINING IT LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO. SHAKE MY HAND.”

“Younkle/Grunkle Stan!” they shout together and run forward.

Stan’s eyes are red when he looks at them; Mabel thinks about when she was crying to him in the car. Sweetheart, I'm terrified. Bill can see your nightmares; he knows what you're afraid of, what you want more than anything. This Stan has never had to deal with him before.

Bill's eye narrows at them. “WELL, YOU CERTAINLY GOT HERE QUICKER THAN I THOUGHT.” There's a loud thump sound as Ford hits the ground.

Dipper pulls his hand from his sister's to run over to Ford, helping his uncle to his knees. Ford's got this wild, angry look on his face, different from the one he'd had when Dipper had showed up at his door. Less paranoid crazy and more feral. He braces a hand on Dipper’s shoulder as he rights himself, glaring holes at where Bill has his brother pinned.

“Get away from my Younkle!” Mabel tries to run to Stan only to find herself lifted off the ground. There's a moment of confusion as she tries to right herself before she's thrown into her brother and Ford. She hears Ford grunt and feels his arm go around her waist as he takes the brunt of the hit.

“Hey!” Stan shouts and they look up to see him being held in place with a cane to his chest. It's a relief to see him angry instead of scared at least. “Back off, ya one eyed demon! You think I can't smell a bad con? Now get the hell away from my—” he tries to shove forward only to freeze in place; all the color leaves his face when he looks down to see the cane embedded in his chest. “What the—"

Bill's yellow coloring is changing, slowly morphing to red like a poisoned sunset. Something black begins to ooze from the crack that runs down his middle, bubbling and hissing angrily as it drips to the floor. There's a stench like rotten eggs in the air. “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPID, WORTHLESS FAMILY NOT STICKING TO THE PLAN!” his voice is deeper than normal, seems to make the air itself vibrate as it booms. “DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PISSED OFF YOU MAKE ME?!”

There's an explosion of red as Bill rips the cane free, splattering the books behind Stan and soaking his shirt and jacket. Mabel feels her stomach drop; Ford’s grip on her goes painfully tight. Dipper feels like he's going to be sick. No, no, this isn't real. It's the mindscape that meant it wasn't real, right? But Dipper hadn't bled when he'd had a hole blown in him. Why was Stan bleeding?

Stan stumbles back, one hand going to grip the bloody hole in his chest. He keeps his eyes on Bill though and looks like he's muttering something that they can't quite hear.

“WORSE? YOU'VE HAD WORSE? YOU'RE KILLING ME HERE. WELL, METAPHORICALLY.” Bill turns to look at them; his eye is red to match the rest of him and his pupil is more slitted than normal. The black ooze slicks down his front, nearly obscuring his bowtie completely. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, FORD. I WAS GOING TO TRY TO BE NICE BUT NOW I'M JUST GOING TO HAVE TO KILL ALL OF YOU.” he punctuates the statement by slamming the cane into Stan’s face, sending him falling sideways, even as he never takes his eye off Ford.

Ford practically growls, six fingers digging in painfully to Mabel’s side. He shoves her so she's behind him and stands in front of both her and her brother. In a blink he has a gun in his hand; not the sci-fi one he has after the portal, but a real one. “Cipher…” he makes that growly sound again and points the gun at him.

Stan is still gripping the bloody spot on his chest as he stands, breathing heavy and mouth moving silently. Dipper doesn't understand how Stan is really hurting. It's the mindscape; nothing has power unless you think it—oh.

Stan doesn't know it's not real. He doesn't know the rules of the mindscape! Of course he's bleeding and hurting; he doesn't know that he doesn't have to. His mind thinks his body is damaged and in pain so it is. Dipper stares at the blood covering Stan’s hand and focuses really hard.

Stan stares down in amazement as the red fades, the hole in his shirt and chest instantly mended, just like he'd done for Dipper in his own mind. He looks up and when he meets Dipper's eyes, a confused smile twitches across his face. It only lasts a second, however, before it's lost to a flinch. The gun fires with a loud bang, like a crack of thunder that has both kids covering their ears at the sheer volume of it in the confined space.

A hole explodes in the lower corner of Bill's shape. What has to be a gallon of the black goop hits the floor; the stench is worse, almost suffocating. In an instant the wound is healed. “YOU'RE NOT THAT STUPID, FORD. AND THAT'S SAYING SOMETHING, BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT.” Bill's eye moves in its mouthless smile as he speaks. In a blink he's on the other side of Stan, shoving him forward to stand in the puddle of Bill's...blood? The stuff quivers, moving like liquid metal with a magnet, before climbing up Stan’s shoes. “IT'S A PITY. YOU HAD SUCH POTENTIAL. IT'S EASY TO SEE WHY EVERYONE KEEPS RUINING THEIR LIVES OVER YOU. AND NOW THEY'RE GOING TO DIE FOR YOU.” He grabs Stan’s shoulders. “UNLESS STAN WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL.”

The gun shakes just so in Ford's hand. Mabel tries to scream, but her voice is gone; she can feel Bill's eye slide over her. Her eye burns and waters and for a moment she can feel the ropes that bind her to the chair in the real world, feel the heating metal of the shackle on her wrist to keep her holding her brother's hand. It feels like being on the edge of waking up, like those dreams where you're in your bed but can't move as things move across your ceiling.

Get out of my head. Get out of my head. Get out get out get out!

“MAN, AND I THOUGHT I WAS CRAZY NOW.”

A cold stone forms in the younger twins stomachs; their hands instinctively reach for each other. It shouldn't be possible. If there was anything good in the world, this shouldn't be allowed to even be a possibility.

But still it is. He's not cracked or bleeding black sludge like the one holding Stan in place, but instead whole as he floats before them. A second Bill Cipher.

“WELL HELLO, HANDSOME.” the broken Bill coos, his color shifting back to the obnoxious yellow to match his counterpart. “JUST THE GUY I WAS WANTING TO SEE. TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH. I PRACTICALLY GIFT WRAPPED HIM FOR YOU.”

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Godzilla Muto and Muto

Absorbed tons of radiation from Hawaii's nukes going off on the surface and nukes being tossed at thrm

Huge ones devistated your island as planned. Giant clouds of radiation wofted over the other islands and sank harmlessly into the sea.

Godzilla charged up to almost maximum came much larger and floated very quickly to San Francisco and only a matter of hours after eating she is of course pregnant and heading that way is it in the water and approaches the aircraft carrier at this time the one that you retrieved from off the coast of Japan that sunk during one of your recent asinine operations after it was retrieved off of Guam after 30 to 40 years under water from Vietnam conflict it is here and it may sink as Godzilla is scraping underneath it as we speak they may be calling for help several of their bulkheads have given away they are taking on water they may lose lives may lose hardware

It is a matter of having a huge navy or very small one and tons of privateers

giant massive ships are gone after trying tons and tons of fast ships and sail boats and pleasure craft and private submarines and submarines millions and millions of those are gone from last year and attempts up to this point billions and billions of ships recently tried going and we didn't mention it recently took them all and use them on the rest there are several attacks from the last large when mentioned none of you make it anywhere and yet you seem to have ho and you seem to have encouragement even on top of it do the reasons that we don't understand in that we see why that doesn't make any sense so we let you all the way meant then we grab you and you're very surprised each and every time

Godzilla is in your harbor your San Francisco Bay at the bridge there are very many usn ships that have gathered and are headed that way several are there already and are completely spooked by her size as she is visible because she used up the charge floating over and she is scaly and she is very scary looking and mean just like he says see the Xenomorph look they look very mean

An extremely hostile to you and you take it as if they are a nephew or niece that is out of control in your house and we find that your tongue in your mouth get you into so much trouble with them the e right away and don't save you for Intel which is a no no so we have a way of judging them out or forcing it and you don't see us but they understand they have to move thank you very much for your idiotic behavior it helped us gain control Godzilla will tear up your city because she is looking for a place to nest and she is looking for newts and can sense them she sees the ones that are laying out for her and we'll look at them closely and examine them and try and set them off if you want to because your morons she will devastate the city because your nukes are hidden and shielded and I will take your time to find them the noise & racquet will attract Muto who has acute hearing and sensing and can fly there in minutes should be attracted because it means chaos it means food or nukes it means action which means food and nukes and we'll come and look and find Godzilla thrashing the place and will join in trying to find what she's looking for first making some Easter egg hunt her husband of course we'll find her because he keeps track of her and is a jealous man even though he's smaller than her it makes it worse and we have a winner he's smiling supermodel

Godzilla is the harbor and she has found the news and it's time to them with her massive size and her evil eyes and bad breath she is so real low growls at them they behave as if she's not there she pushed the boat around with so much ease that it terrifies them so they talk to her she comes at them and they start to drive away she's so fast the kid escape the decide to arm it and dive over that's what she was waiting for she sits and waits bang goes off it's huge 10 to 20 megatons she takes it full on and is fine

She has huge already and grows inches and feet front of you.

She has no idea why people are screaming and yelling only that it makes her excited and she starts yelling too and it's kind of comical because it looks like Mewtwo in Las Vegas are huge crowd going screaming and she screams back and it sounds very ferocious so they scream louder so she screams back and it's like that and I keep doing it refused to run off so she comes over to see why they're doing that is scream even louder so she screams even louder and now it's a contest so she's screaming massively loud at them suddenly someone gets on loudspeaker and so you people shut up and dispersed he's going to eat you you're just making her loud or angry so they look over and say screw you and start saying this to her you shut up now and go lay down and go to bed so Godzilla gets up and says where you say and she smiles a little and starts to eat them I'm going to say bad Godzilla and then the guy on the microphone says it bad Godzilla go lay down of course he goes over and crushes the microphone every laugh because it's exactly what I could Japanese movie except you're Americans doing stupid things that you see the Japanese doing and their movies and ridiculous things that don't work and everything what you do live anyways and he's laughing his ass off Kingsley Kingsley that's not Kingsley at all the Zerg to look more like Kingsley than Godzilla

We agree it is some real f***** s*** so Godzilla looks around and finds the source of the noise and disconnects it it's a loudspeaker meant to draw her over so she scans and she sees a trap things for a 4-foot to get stuck with and those people gave their lives up to draw her there and she says it's because I'm in the field and I'm fighting and he says I know they're always trying to get me there mess everything else or to help but inappropriate just says what a terrific to you you have they're not my team is going to hell so she removes the trap and she whips at at them turns out to be explosives and those living crap out of the entire crowd so he has to go find other nuclear weapons and food and she's off that was a little party for her and she had fun and it was a good time the trap was small but a big enough for her to fall in

She is now rampaging through the city like she did in DC running very fast back and forth as Kingsley did on the lawn but she is talk later buildings over that are very tall compared to a human there are hundreds of times the height or more she knocks them down like dominoes play fall away from her as she does that on purpose there are several things she needs and wants and we'll have she came all this way and she does every year as a lizard does and it's to scale for her the islands are teeny and she needs more of what she finds

Godzilla has moved to the major downtown area where all the skyscrapers are which are two to three times as tall as she is and she is at least 8 or 900 ft tall they dwarf her that's why she needs the nuclear material and food crowds are gathering mostly military and the military has brought nuclear weapons a nice snack and hors d'oeuvre for her to begin growing they fire she absorbs it it's a lot of them they fire again she absorbs it again she's going after them signs of stress eating them and grabs huge huge handfuls and eats a whole handful without even thinking about bombs or hand grenades because they're too small

She jumps to attention for some reason there seems to be very big object in front of her it's huge it looks like glass to her she can't stand it so she tries to find a way around it and keeps walking and walking so she goes the other way and to her it was like looking in a mirror and she saw it all of a sudden it was right there because it was turning on slightly daughter to let her know she's in the wrong place now she is seeking other items further away and his little spooked cuz of this massive mirror but she hung the middle of the city that was very wide as well most people are not near it right now they also seem to have disappeared she thought and she is excited because she's on the hunt again and see several news has found her quandary she moves to inspect them in a large possibly Dixie megatons are even more maybe 100 those would wipe out most of the city she tries to carefully go near them and figures out they might be too big to approach so she starts throwing things at them hoping someone would detonate them

She's tossing and tossing nobody seems interested in blowing it up She goes near ut maybe I'll clean it up with my breath

And here's a knocking sound from it so she clears off and it goes off Shields herself and in a moment the explosion is over she is left standing well how about 1/2 to one-third or so of the city it's gone she walks around it over and over like Justin does the house and continues a circle so far almost to revolutions she's very fast she's getting energized soon she will have to eat and we see her looking at the sea and it's odd because her behavior is similar to a human but not quite and she goes off into the ocean and it's found some things whakes sharks not to close in several miles and a sweet thing after a few moments she will have eaten and will be massive

But I think you're missing is Ghidora may have caught up with her and impregnated her so she is only doing what does natural and is so filling what nature has helped her do for many thousands of years she is ready to come in now and the songs has how to heal the wounds that were caused from debris from the nuclear weapon which was very large and could have killed just about any other keju maybe except gamera as her armor is thick Aura Kraken are female Kraken, she's approaching the shore and is eating many thousands of tons of food and is huge possibly almost twice as large as she was and heights and girth she's not fat nor does she have a fat ass she approaches in his majestic gigantic she's faster and bigger and meaner than any caves you that any of you ever seen stick that in your pipe and smoke it and she receives to tear the city apart and he says go go Godzilla because he's a big fan and has been his entire life ever since the weakling Doug introduced him to the monster who he thought was a man over and over he says it and she lays down somewhere giving birth 2 hundreds if not thousands of Kaiju

They come out whole brains, bodies everything and are nasty

They're eating everyone they see and are not selective.

Huge crowds have arrived to watch the spectacle in a growing many trillions as a matter of fact hundreds of trillions now the clouds growing radiation everywhere I don't care they want to see and the newborns which there are many thousands start to eat them they are screaming very loudly the newborns start to scream as well and answer their call and I also becoming aggressive trying to shut them up as the crowd yells at having to be quiet advance of the crowd enter mulching them faster than the crab can come in but the crown keeps coming in and keeps getting eaten as Godzilla's get bigger and bigger thousands of them right now two or three stories high and are eating them by the handful already in minutes the relation levels are so high huge gasps of air between mouthfuls by the Kaiju gigantic breathers so they can get oxygen and it is a massive chore to watch him but not hard he is looking for information all the time says it to anyone am I speaking coherently the computer doesn't seem to get my words most of the time but lots of times say yes and it says what is up with Godzilla she's eating them all as well as for kids they're all becoming very huge she is almost a quarter of a mile if not more and how it's going to one third of a mile and if the whole crowd keeps coming in she will be half mile high which is very very huge almost 2500 foot it is massive she's also seeking other nuclear weapons as crowds are crushing in from everywhere they can see her off in the distance everybody it's lit buy a flood lights and they fire weapons at her which seemed to klance off most of the time and hits the crowd which for some reason won't stop coming in they seem to be mostly insane and snap pictures madly and keeping me in to get a better shot because their camera phones don't have telephoto like they wantsome people try to hide their expressions when they realize that their people are dumber than a rock and can't but really it's not funny it's pitiful and grotesque and weird and some find it funny because he thought you were smart and l50 to be so dumb they can't stand you giant crowds have gathered they're pushing in mini quadrillions possibly 50 quadrillion to see this event has been in the movie industry since 2014.

Huge fans of showed up with giant godzilla posters and Godzilla in Godzilla feet Godzilla masks tons of people are worshipping her and praying for things threatening other people even around them for their stuff it's a madhouse it can't be avoided that Tommy is watching it and others well we are dictating what's happening to him and he sounds like the War of the worlds guy was reading off of script and it was a hoax and it was only on the radio but this is not a big comment about it every few seconds reason he's doing it is because of the an adequate memory and speed on this device due to the inadequate Care and attention on those around him

Not that it matters because you people are so strange and you just watch your army evaporate in a cloud of on movie last and passive interest in their desks and large amounts of interest in Godzilla in her brand new Army of people eaters which is going to town now and becoming huge they are each about 15 stories tall which is about 150 feet which is huge just one of them here would devastate this entire town and probably 30 minutes can easily defeat any hardware you bring against it and they have thousands just to put it in perspective you all would be toast except for him he's protected and he would like to see the motorcycle so bring it we laugh it is how we treat him because he is a leader even though she gets cranky as Bitol those and Thor do the incredible pressure with you bring against them unwillingly unwittingly destroying yourself.

It's a huge deal Tommy Trevino says to see Godzilla thrashing everyone and it's a massive movie interest and will probably use the footage in the movie because it's so awesome and pure and yes it was and I have recording has excellent equipment as opposed to the millions of cameras film and sending it all over the place idiots arriving in droves I want to see a movie humanity but it's actually then may not apply exactly lots of them no longer looks exactly human and appear to be eating humans and to be Krakens he says watch out Godzilla even in a third the size they are probably as strong as your gigantic monsters Poseidon wife recommend me for sensitivity training and some sort of barbarian training 2 remove certain traits or say find to be disturbing and I got it right and I learned it from Thor so he'll have to be in the class with me no I won't he says and you'll say I'm saying it where else Thor says good job says

Pay attention to the entertainment Tom that's my diction for Christ Jesus sake there's more important things and getting me pissed off enough to fill your room up with scorpions or invite you to the Texas chainsaw massacre 21 or whatever it is thank you crema I don't have great dreams tonight what all this horrendous shift announce scorpions in the Texas chainsaw massacre

There is a huge huge monsters even trillions of us and all we can do is sit watch and make jokes as we're defenseless here he has reminded us of it and I don't have nightmares and night tremors uses I'm probably make sweats because it does cause that and I might shake like Preston suddenly forget everything because our drinks are so helpful

It means something Tommy f he says

she's right a house is a house but the shrinks think that it's theirs and these huge groups are fighting Cajun mostly now and robots and them others and we're stuck here because of these idiot shrinks who think they eill destroy each other like quirky wood so we must check and see if corky is doing it because he has no idea what ghosting is he has no idea what controlling is or robot brains or anything it could be happening behind the scenes smarter parties are larger and smart parties he is a pushover and he says it's most likely them because Trump was doing it during the cuckoo's nest and I agree and now back to the show

I am speaking and it is my show but what he is saying here is pertinent and important the retarded people who are supposedly running the show are complete imbeciles and are negligent to the point of negligent homicide we cannot allow it to happen he mentioned it so often it's driving us nuts we cannot let him sit there and roast with these complete imbeciles core so hard to control and it makes it not worth it the general population and the massive evil enemy Army and satanists are easier to control than a handful of these idiots who don't see obvious things is good for them and don't see past her window most of the time they just keep their heads down and are in myopia and a very destructive to his life so I'm putting an order in a hit on them and I am sending Godzilla their next cuz I want them to see how horrific it is and purpose on purpose in person in their face loud and munching on all of their bones so they can hear and see how horrific it is I will stop laughing when we're talking about some of it is funny to him because he's more or less a master of a very huge and powerful keju and understands that they look somewhat funny to on occasion but do not have a sense of humor as Godzilla does and it's not entertaining the Kraken is a lethal adversary and destroys things out of hatred and evil it will lift your bunkers out and crush them and throw them clear across the city and destroy half the city with it before it cracks a smile about anyting response 4 aircraft carriers across the sea over the horizon I do not think that Godzilla even at her heights now almost a half a mile could lift one aircraft carrier up it is tremendously heavy and this Kraken have for size lifted it up and toss two of them at the same time quite easily 5 to 10 miles literally the horizon and you see it inspired you to make flying aircraft carriers what we know is he's angry and he talks for them and controls of an occasion and can devastate this area in minutes or seconds I simply throwing things at you that you send out after it's in your whole Fleet back in less than 5 minutes trying to think of it that way as we try and regain our honor I guess you're horde of retarded people or Miss guiding your reactions you should be in horror then he finds out something that will help me with my mind he thinks that these people are laughing at what we say and laughing know what Godzilla is doing because she's entertaining so he wonders why they're sitting here not able to see it watching crappy video it's probably is for them because they suck and it could be fake cuz billium like to fool them and like to make them laugh at people

But they say friends are calling and it looks very damned real I see their friends like a fool and have other people do it because they like to make fun of the damn people here messing with them and they understand that they're fools and they're massive Godzilla fans massive what he says is why don't you go to Gators and get some Gator bites and jump on a plane I'm trying to think of whatever you like turn on only see a major motion picture in action with the much on one of the Godzilla's and some other is cleaning house on trillions of ppl suddenly they remember how it goes they go out there and then I'll catch one because they suck and he agrees they probably can't catch one they're very powerful they're not alligators witcher's usually too much for them anyways by themselves and they're not professional hunters they're just annoying people who go around surrounding people and bother you no matter what their value are the show is coming here so don't find any reason to leave so I say I said I was going to send it here and I shall and he says where is there enough room and say Yes Miami so I will leave the details to Poseidon whether he wants to reveal it or not what he does and he says what else can I do and say I don't know I feel the same and it won't prevent you from doing anything that you feel is appropriate and you can get away with and Thor proves in Olympus

We feel it necessary to straighten out these evil assholes this little giggly horror bag schitts that have killed most of their people thus far and he wonders if they'll be afraid or just faint and not be able to be afraid because they are unconscious by the way and make it a glimpse what will they remember you have nightmares like Tommy will have tonight not asked Godzilla to come here so I can see it and he says you fools you've killed us again they said it wasn't our idea and he doubts it and says 3 was it and what I say is they're taunting Godzilla and Poseidon you can actually get her here taunting usually does the trick every time and I do it constantly processive reason send to people Tom Selleck I got here probably billiam bunch of people they suckered here try and collect like collectors they try to collect me and up dead and they don't care which is normal because their thought process is completely messed up that's what happened we need two people to be stupid so I could send Godzilla to the city because you're too lazy and fat to go to San Francisco you want to bring the destruction here probably so they can rebuild it I'm trying I'm trying to put junk it buggers or whenever they don't know what they would have talked for some reason hilarious by threatening me your mind go ahead little punk so you're a jackass crap and ill spit venom and fire at you you won't know it

There you go put your back into it I'm firing a 50 cal might be able to hear it off in the distance your mother and your f***** brother dying an old troubadour of dick holes would you care to step up to the plate and have your own brain blown out fag boy

I get it leave us alone corky says you're very sensitive and very destructive I see you well aren't you the student stay the hell out of our business means you are perpetually in my business you're perpetually threatening me I'm going to professionally kill you you don't run anything you say you do and you irritate me and threatened me and ruin my diet monitor and I'm a massive nuisance I'll remove you now you'll miss the show someone else will see it you little c***

I'm sending Godzilla over after she's finished here and have Ghidora will meet up with her first and she'll get here fat and pregnant and irradiated maybe even bigger than she is now and devastate the city just like the little assholes want to try and bring him to DC which is disappearing rapidly and they say they will rebuild even though we just carted off all of the important buildings in need the city will threaten for on the way up there so the sable all the roads and highways I'm destroying them in the bridges I taking them and I can have a fun time trying to get there without planes or submarines are boats we shall destroy thank you very much my son for being patient even though it doesn't seem it to you you have a very steadfast tune in space and your expression patience to them to some of us out loud but I truly trying extremely hard to lead us correctly and r please don't know that and I'm tired for like to say I thank you for thanking me

Posiden and Wife

Ghidora and Godzilla. They are ours