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one moar aster!

64mpg

lyrics DO NOT 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️❌❌🚫🚫 have to be good 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ for the song to be good 👍😎😎😎

#me at every Fallout Boy song.#I can NOT tell u what the hell that man is singing usually #still all bangers

lefresne

if she’s your girl why am I wearing her favour at the tournament

waleweinn

If she’s your girl why am I her champion

chickenlover-19

Jazz doesn’t recognize her baby brother anymore

I’ve been sitting on these panels for a while. Really love the idea that Danny’s ghost form gets further and further from humanity whenever he transforms. He’d definitely hide it from anyone close to him which would be easier as time goes on and the less he looks like himself 😈

mossworm

don't threaten me with a good time

valtsv

it's always "you gnawed off your own leg to escape like an animal caught in a trap" and never "why didn't anyone try to help you out of the trap" or "why weren't you provided with any other resources to escape the trap with except for your own teeth"

trufflesmushroom

easel-eisel

favourite rpg trope is the merchants in incredibly hostile environments. we are at the evil curse mountain and youre just selling me items normal style

cheeky-orchid

Essential worker during covid

charl0ttan

they used to do nothing to me back in the morally neutral lab. it sucked

grymmdark

you were the control

charl0ttan

fuuuuck what were they doing to the other folks #fomo

caffeinatedopossum

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

xbonecandyx

In the spirit of trying to post more often I'm making y'all look at my OC wip lol

xbonecandyx

Like 5 hours of drawing total, but it is DONE!!

#mutual’s ocs #mutuals my beloved #art not mine #tadc fanart #tadc caine #tadc oc #Bones

autistobrat

never ask a woman her age a man his salary your mutual their sleep schedule

cheeseanonioncrisps

Your partner came back from the dead after being missing for decades. Every one of their friends who they went with ended up dying a horrible death.

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.

Your name is Adrian, and you kind of wants to strangle this fucking fish, statement.