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Evil skinless bastard that I want to devour

Sketch from today

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Screaming "TRAGER!" like I'm Mr. Langan because I miss that man so much

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you know what? Fuck you. *turns your strong and stoic and serious character into a crying, traumatized, whimpering, curled up mess in the floor*

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I want fictional men so bad I'm gonna cry

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"Come on, just try!"

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I'm so tired of people doing mental gymnastics to make everything they dislike immoral.

You can dislike something, that's totally okay.

You don't have to make a stance that it's immoral and so are the people who do like it.

You can just not like it.

What the actual fuck is up with these people?

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I need a hyperfixation so bad, I'm fading fast

Help me

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Sometimes I grieve fictional characters because I know them so well but I know that I can never actually talk to them or see them and somehow it feels like remembering someone that you'll never see again

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Happy 10 Years of The Evil Within!!!

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Friendly reminder that AHHHHH OH GOD WHY AHHHHHHHAHAHA

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Tism nest material right here, I need it

Its hella soft too 😭

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Fat mood

me before making yet another unintelligible post about my current hyperfixations

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AI could never replicate my deep-rootted hunger for old men

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I FOUND A TRAGER ASKBLOG. YOU MAY BE A FAN!! @teamrick

History does repeat itself 🫡

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I must return, dear fellow creeps, I am wasting away without the ability to shout into the void of Tumblr

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Not a day goes by that I don't think about this:

You wanna know the mistake you're making here, buddy?

You think you're gonna find the truth. You think you'll uncover something and everything will just, poof, fall into place.

Some grand revelation that will make sense of all these unspeakable horrors, that'll explain what could drive men to such creative extents of inhumanity.

I hate to be the one to break the bad news, but even when you think you understand what's happening here, you're only gonna be halfway down the rabbit hole.

It's always been the case that whoever holding the money gets to say what the truth is, but then, then what happens when all the money's gone?

When everything is based on debt? On credit?

Come on, buddy! You can guess this one!

It's faith! Money is a matter of faith.

All we were ever trying to do is sell you the dream, but you can't make a deal if you've got nothing to bargain with.

You've gotta be inside the dream to buy it.

You gotta... have... faith...

And that's what I'm here for, to make you believe.

Additionally, some Trager love:

[one-sadistic-bitch]

I miss my half naked psycho 😞