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and steal😊😊😊😊😊😊

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i really loved how cursed this is on mobile

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me: i dont wanna go to work the garages:

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I made Sun(Sun) Supernova in WPlace

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Day 30+31st of Blasetober!

It’s kind of beautiful how no matter what, Parker Macmillan is always present in Blaseball. Whether he’s the Commissioner or a player, he may not even be the same Parker throughout the eras, but he still loves this game, and he loves this league. He loves the teams, he loves the players, he loves the fans. He’s deeply intrinsically tied to Blaseball in a way that I don’t think it can be Blaseball without Parker.

The Commissioner is Doing A Good Job.

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My debut EP just released today

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lunar new year aggie drawings🏮

[ID: Digital illustrations of Landry Violence, Tyreek Olive, and Lottie Ceilingfan from the video game Blaseball. In the first image, Landry is nonchalantly holding a burning paper lantern, and Tyreek is behind him holding a fire extinguisher at the ready. The second illustration is a bust of Lottie Ceilingfan wearing one of Famous Owen’s shawls made of human faces. End ID.]

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i lit the match with a flick of the cleat from the league that hexed me

yeah i'll see you in hell cuz it's hell that sent me

as i walk out the door singing "next team, next team"

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promoting a show??? (yes!!) house phone (me) is playing add-a-ball (21+) in seattle (WA) on september 25th (8pm) and you should buy a ticket in advance!!! ($10!)

tickets!!!!!

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chorby. ft arsonstick

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I think chorby soul suffered more than Jesus

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i love you the Leach Off

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so... plaintball au, huh? go read cedar's accompanying posts <3 this is our au

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When you die and then wake up, over and over and over and over and over and over again, there’s always a weight on your chest. It’s harder to breathe in and out for those first few moments, and yet that’s a comfort after the terrifying half-asleep numbness where you can’t feel anything at all. Just you floating in a blank void, cold, alone, the other part of you dissolved into dust because you’d forgotten about the stupid boulder or slipped on a banana peel like the doomed clown that you are or been killed by the king again.

And then you wake, and struggle to breathe, and open your eye to find your other two eyes staring back at you. Your daemon, curled up on your chest, real and alive, and so you must be alive, too, even when you feel like you’re not.

The first time you ever remember waking up -- back before loops and Vaugarde and your friends but after something devastatingly big that your brain could no longer understand, back when you-both-of-you still had four eyes and no names -- you’d stared at each other too, lost, confused, and sure of only one thing: that you belonged to each other.

Hi I wrote a little ISAT daemon AU fic :)

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Peel and eat me.

Own this BCV original.

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Spin the wheel. That's who's trying to kill you.

Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.

(If you have zero idea about the name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)

(Six months ago, I did a version of this poll with about five hundred options on the spinner wheel. For this one, I more than doubled it.)