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we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
Today's Document

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Andulka
Jules of Nature

pixel skylines
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

oozey mess
Cosmic Funnies
NASA

izzy's playlists!
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@official--steward
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*Wes is somehow suddenly just…poofed into the officialverse. Outta nowhere. He looks around, confused, hoping to find someone to help him out…*
*Steward’s been wandering around aimlessly. That “Grape” girl had been weirding him out and he wanted to get away from all the madness with biometal and clones and stuff for a while.*
*At about that point, he spotted Wes, having just poofed in.* …?
*He looked up and- oh thank goodness, someone’s here. Wes waved, although his hand seemed quite shaky. Makes sense considering he was just randomly poofed into a brand new universe out of nowhere. He started signing*
“Excuse me? Where am I?”
*Steward seemed to pause for a moment, namely to try and recall what the sign language was and what Wes was even trying to say. After a little bit, the badger merely shrugged.*
*Wes is somehow suddenly just…poofed into the officialverse. Outta nowhere. He looks around, confused, hoping to find someone to help him out…*
*Steward’s been wandering around aimlessly. That “Grape” girl had been weirding him out and he wanted to get away from all the madness with biometal and clones and stuff for a while.*
*At about that point, he spotted Wes, having just poofed in.* ...?
Note to self, don't see gasoline on fire to see if it's flammable.
(gas station)
Hi badger man.
Note to self, don't see gasoline on fire to see if it's flammable.
(gas station)
*Steward, Marion, and Lex are just kinda sitting around. They seem to be attempting to have a conversation... emphasis on “attempting”.*
“...Y’know, back home I’d of probably eaten you by now.”
“Please don’t.”
“....”
* working at Mcdonald’s*
*Steward has been wandering around aimlessly for, well, quite a while I guess, and ends up wandering towards McDonalds*
* a intimidating large man is at the counter *
And what will you be having young sir.
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……. Sir?
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*Steward proceeds to just kind of shuffle away, finding this whole situation awkward*
* working at Mcdonald’s*
*Steward has been wandering around aimlessly for, well, quite a while I guess, and ends up wandering towards McDonalds*
* a intimidating large man is at the counter *
And what will you be having young sir.
…………….
……. Sir?
....................................
* working at Mcdonald’s*
*Steward has been wandering around aimlessly for, well, quite a while I guess, and ends up wandering towards McDonalds*
* a intimidating large man is at the counter *
And what will you be having young sir.
................
* working at Mcdonald’s*
*Steward has been wandering around aimlessly for, well, quite a while I guess, and ends up wandering towards McDonalds*
* a intimidating large man is at the counter *
....?!
* working at Mcdonald’s*
*Steward has been wandering around aimlessly for, well, quite a while I guess, and ends up wandering towards McDonalds*
Aw, great. Where am I now?
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Alright, @official–king-milton, what was that all about a day or two ago?
O-Oh, nothing. You… just kinda looked like someone I had bad experiences with. That’s all.
…Noted.
‘Ey, either of youse two got any clue who this is? Smells familiar.
*He raises his arm, revealing in his hand @official–steward*
Oh, that guy? I met him once before, but other than that I’ve got no idea.
*Ralph gave him a quick sniff (much to Steward’s discomfort)* Strange, I too can vaguely recall a similar scent, but I have no idea who this is…
Unlike you, “Four-Finger Discount”.
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...I have no idea what yer talkin’ about.
*He’s now been tossed out somewhere, still tied up - and now also muzzled - though*
….
...?
........ *Steward then backed away before the sergeant could get a glance of him*
....?!!??!?!?
How do I possess shit?
*Steward just shrugged*
[ am here to solve a sring of murders]
...?!