❝ No dogs on the moon, they just run off the goddamn thing. ❞ | this was too perfect for your blog to not send xnjnsgs, but uhhh ! from either my oc jack or cecil? whoever you think has the best potential chemistry 🙏
taz sentences ( + accepting! )
“So. Save fuel: shoot a dog into the vacuum of space. The Russians did. Look where they are.”
Look where she is. The one who made them the dogs. Penniless. Making knock off suburban dogs. Dog hair all over her clothes. Even the clothes she’s wearing right now. She just washed these clothes. God awful. Dogs are awful. Dr. Barks deflates. Her eyes roll along the brim of her top lid and stay there. She looks annoyed, reminiscent. She looks half possessed like this. Could be. Could explain some things. She holds this face until the muscles of her eyes start to hurt. Then she exhales. Lets her gaze fall back down. Why did she bring it up.