#mayonnaide

[ridiculous-dilettante]

hey i have a question, why are you so wonderful??

I... I don’t know. u////u

Why are you?

[bigmeatyflaps]

susan i jus accidentally entered ur heinzbakedbeans url and its now owned by some kind of mobile games ppl and its kinda threatenin to look at

animal jam animal jam animal jam animal jam animal jam animal jam animal jam

[bigmeatyflaps]

susan whats up. can you tell me a fun fact about jeff because i love him

he slaps a lot

[zero-eight-three]

🏹🐣🐢!

🏹: I wish I could know you personally

🐣: You’re an angel.

🐢: Your presence is relaxing.

AAAA thank you, I’m always a message away, Gamer.

[ridiculous-dilettante]

I THOUGHT I WAS LOGGED IN. SHIT

It’s okay! You are logged into my heart.

[silly-style]

the song in that vine is 'lone digger' by caravan palace!

ty!

[ridiculous-dilettante]

"good pillbug, strong pillbug, a pillbug that could move mountains"

Pillbugs indeed move very tiny mountains made of metal.

No lie here.

[mccreehaw]

i literally talked to terry @mayonnaide for five seconds yesterday and now ive written some shit for the twin peeps au he came up with god fuckin damn

yolande washes up on the pebble beach a burial shroud of plastic lips blue under her lipstick her arms crossed over her chest the lake is her sarcophagus

deputy jason cries, when they pull her ashore

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“she was a couple of years below me, yeah” he asks them to call him nik tries to sell the agent a snowglobe a log cabin covered in glitter it bears the name ‘valley ridge’ “homecoming queen. fragile kid, i think”

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the man in the suit lights his cigarette with moonlight he smells like wood chippings and fire and earth and decay and the sheriff’s aftershave

“don’t think i met her,” he tells the agent never removing his sunglasses

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the sheriff is a mirror a scowling mirror in country clothes special investigator yessu watches their shadows as they talk he feel them blend in one

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in a black black lodge in a deep deep forest a blonde haired woman lies on a couch her arms are long, long, long tracing the zigzags on the floor

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the ravens are not as they seem

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“do not go into the woods at night” the owner of the lodge his voice is thick with warning but his eyes are warm he pays for yessu’s coffee and pie, and offers him a ride back

his eyes go cold at the smoke billowing from a suited man in the corner

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the blonde woman offers yessu coffee, but the cup is a void the drink endless he tries to decipher her words, but her tongue only moves in reverse

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they find pills in yolande’s music box hidden underneath her jewellery and hair ties red pills blue pills zinc and magnesium she sits up in the morgue and the ravens gather outside the sheriff’s window