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siphonophores will never not freak me out. stop doing that its SCARY but also please don't ever stop doing that you ethereal marine cryptid

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Hello, jon

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l only recently got into this damn podcast

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augustus and chester sure pick some very interesting statements

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The Brainrot has set in for Mag Protocol

Frothing at the mouth to see where this all goes

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Dear grandpa Augustus does always tell such lovely stories.

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hourly comics? hourly comics

(feat. @evegwood @elljwalker and @stoutstoatpress and my beloved perfect baby dog penny)

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Reblog for larger sample size whatever

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MERRY MAGNUS DAY EVERONE! i thought ild throw my hat in the ring with what gwen looked like in my head

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greek mythology musicals my beloved

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I like when animators shoot their reference footage themselves and post them besides their final product cause it always look something like this and I adore it

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I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr

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I have so many thoughts about how, in a world where so many in-game companions are barely tolerated or even outright hated, kim kitsuragi is universally beloved. How much it speaks to us that in our worse moments, we all hope to deserve the begrudging kindness he provides. He will not coddle you. He will tell you to get your shit together. But he will support you when you sing karaoke, off-key and mournful. He will play a board game with you in the middle of a murder investigation. He may dance with you inside a church. And in the end, when you leave this waking dream of an investigation to face the smoking wreckage of your life, he might go with you.

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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

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Pathologic characters as random images in my phone. Part 1 (there will be more)