Nov 7, 2025
aint he just a silyy,,, suchjh a silly old fella,,, can do no wrong,,
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aint he just a silyy,,, suchjh a silly old fella,,, can do no wrong,,
Bobby Blog Inspection!
Hello today I am the Bobby - Watcher of Blogs and Haver of Thoughts. You do not allow photos but that is okay! I will describe myself below:
A big cat with white socks and grey and brown stripes. Four big feet for stepping and a big mouth for giving and receiving smooches. Very handsome. Very handsome and good.
Bobby must inspect your blog. Did you know that a blog that goes too long without being inspected by a Bobby Bobby Boy runs a risk? There's risks? I don't know what kind. There was a list that Bobby got when he became the Blog Inspector, but Bobby doesn't know how to read or write. So he cannot remember.
Bobby reviews your blog today on three factors: construction, dreams, and how much you talk about actor Scott Bakula.
Construction:
Bobby think your blog has words and pictures and videos! Those are all the things! That is very good because if it only had blogs and pictures someone might feel afraid because they think oh no will these pictures move? Are they standing still because they are afraid of Bobby? It is okay still images! You can wiggle if you want!
Dreams:
It is hard to look at the amount of blogs a Bobby sees in a day (upwards of two!). So Bobby look at your blog for a while and then think oh ho it is time for Sneeps. While having a Snooze on your phone Bobby dream that he has Big Mech Suit with Guns and Lasers and Huge Hands, and he is able to do what he has always wanted. With my Big Mech Suit Bobby goes outside, opens the lid to the Big Dumpster, and jumps inside for the best trash time a Bobby can ask for.
Great dream! Yes yay!
Focus Paid to Actor Scott Bakula:
I didn't see any posts about Scott Bakula, who was the lead in Quantum Leap and Cats Don't Dance. And yet my Bakula Monitor charts your blog as having a 14.79% presence of Scott Bakula. He might be hiding in the code.
It is okay! That percentage is still well below the threshold for radioactivity. You can clear your cache if you want, but it doesn't really matter.
Final Score: it is good to have a blog, because it means letters and pictures and videos have a bed to have sleeps in. Very nice!
Your score is 72 - good job! A score like that means you can look at stars whenever you want, and you can go "wow wow wow wow" even if it's very late and you're supposed to be a Quiet Bobby. Congratulations!
Thank you very much for the high approval, Inspector Bob!
ik this is the horrorporn mudersex fandom but like,sumtimes i just want to cuddle that man yk
he's givin u this look wyd
*rubs my temples* maybe the character knocking me out would solve my problems,, maybe the character snappin my neck via sittin on my face would cure me of my ailments,, maybe the character performing shock therapy on me will make me feel better,, maybe the character putting a cute lil bag over my head and throwing me into the depths would fix me,,, maybe the character clawing my eye out and fucking the socket would bring a smidge of relief,,, maybe the character hunting me through the woods and mauling me would be real niceys actually,,,
what do you think was the last straw for lawrence? the moment he stopped trying with people- the moment he realized he just cannot connect with the living world anymore?
was there ever a moment? where things, for just a microscopic moment, were peaceful? where he didn't feel like a walking bile sack? do you think there could've been people he liked, that could tolerate having him around?
did their patience wane? or did he burn those bridges 1st? even if they were the kindest soul, even if they'd be patient-
who could ever really stay w him? there would be something, always something, that he'd do- something too ugly in him for people to bare witness- his heart is just too rotten, maybe it isnt even there anymore. he cant find it in himself to reach out.
he just cant. cant take that disgusted look people would give him for simply existing near them. cant take the fearful eyes that'd flinch every time he'd reach out for any help. the hesitance that was always met with his presence.
he's not safe, even with those he'd give anything to just crawl into their ribcage and wrap himself with their heart, like a cocoon- cause he cant stand it when they look at him like he isnt a problem. he cant stand it when he KNOWS he is acting like a maladjusted freak and the other just looks on like it's a normal sight to see. he falls apart at the thought that there could really be someone so accepting, it revolts him whenever he finds someone that could, cause surely its bullshit right?
no, such a person doesnt exist. so sneaky so fucking sickening that there could be someone who'd pretend to like his company, why? what broken little part of him is even worth using? is it just for laughs? for entertainment? sick fucks walk this world, poison wrapped in beautiful petals. flowers were always liars. it was always such a nuisance pulling up the weeds.
his heart is too pulpy, too viscous, too rotten, its stench too potent for anyone to truly get close. a corpse lily of a heart.
Love Lies Bleeding, always.
GHOLY SHT!!! KAT KIR COVETT HAS RETURNED LESGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
chat gettin a semi-healed wound tazed is Not Very Epic i just want 2 let yall know