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help why is the human rights campaign underneath a video of the announcement of abracadabra

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its doooonnnneee

I had to bleach this shit TWICE the red would not come out lmao

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incredibly blurry and shaky video of a crow i took

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@theflowergothic my favorite tallahasse scholar

i hope a ceiling fan falls on the empty spot in the bed next to you and it starts understanding your needs

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everyone say bye to the red hair because it's becoming teal today

yes ill post pics after

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valentine's day is just pink halloween

that being said. Happy pink halloween ya weirdos

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Henry tried to steal my soup

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Time is an illusion I do what i want

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“yukierre AU where Yuki is a silly little trikster demon that just really loves pierre and wont leave him alone”

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“Who the actual FUCK are you.” Pierre screamed, scrambling back in his bed, phone flying across the room.

He knew he was being lazy, but could he seriously not have a nice scroll on Twitter in peace? You know… without some 5ft…thing? Appearing in his house.

The thing giggled, like actual light hearted teenage giggle, covering it’s wide toothy grin with its hand.

With the way it’s eyes it up, it looked almost cute.

No.

No Pierre really needed to get some more sleep

“Hello, Pierre.”

What the actual literal fuck was going on.

“How do you know my name?” He shrieked, rushing up and grabbing the water bottle on the side of his bed and brandishing it like a weapon.

“Of course I know your name, silly! It’s my favourite.”

Pierre was genuinely going to pass out.

Like actually, his vision was blurring, his breath speeding. His hands grappled behind him looking for something to lean on.

The very last thing he remembered seeing was the things face, right up next to his own, expression one of deep concern.

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“Pierre,” a hissed whisper, “Pierre wake up.”

A pause

“Please?”

“Please I really don’t want to have killed you, I don’t know how you humans work, open your eyes please.”

Pierre’s head was aching like nothing he’d ever felt before, he wasn’t planning on waking up if the house was on fire.

A huff, “fine, if I have to,”

Suddenly, an indescribably warm and syrupy feeling flower through his entire body, it wasn’t bad per se, but odd.

His eyes shot open, spinning wildly and seeing that same thing hovering (hovering!!!!!) next to his bed. It’s legs were curled up underneath it, hand pressed against his forehead, coincidentally exactly where the feeling was coming from.

“Hello again!” It yelled, “I’m Yuki! Nice to meet you.”

Pierre just lay there, shell shocked.

Yuki continued, “Obviously not how we were meant to meet, but things rarely ever go to plan, so this is fine!”

“Yuki”

He blinked, “yes?”

“Why the fuck is my foot green?”

Yuki laughed again, “sorry, side effect. I could remove it, but I don’t want to.”

“Wait-no! Please, I need to go outside, I can’t be seen with this.”

“Maybe don’t go outside then? Stay here much better idea!”

“No, but-“ he tried

“Anyway!” Yuki interrupted, “must go now, goodbye!”

He hovered up to Pierre, dropping a kiss on his forehead then disappearing in a massive cloud of smoke.

Pierre keeled over, coughing harshly.

What

The

Fuck

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"why are you so tired all the time?" I AM CONSTANTLY NERVOUS AND PARANOID AND THE ONLY TIME I FEEL SAFE IS IN MY HOUSE AND IT IS EXHAUSTING

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HELP I SAW MAGA HATS IRL GET ME OUT OF HERE

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i drew a little guy and he looks so sad and i-

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today on the list of Rook's Questionable Fashion Decisions we have the fact that I own knee high converse

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i would just like someone to hold me until everything is okay again

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things will work out they have to

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The problem with knowing stuff is that it's going to make you feel like an awful person

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this is how im coping with the apocalypse

think you're doing ok and then all of a sudden you're looking up kamala/melania on ao3