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This selfie is old but it is my only one on this website.The best way to get back into the groove of things is to reblog it. 

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Look at that weird cat behind me.

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I haven’t been on this website in months and it has changed entirely too much. I’m terrified.

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After Vriska and Kanaya forced me to change my icon to this I didn’t get online for a week and they’re to blame.

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A hungry girlfriend.

Do you want to hear something spookier?

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Do you want to hear something spookier?

Spooky.

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Vriska and Kanaya trying to cuddle me because besides the cats i’m the warmest in the apartment but the joke’s on them because i’m always moving slightly.

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Spooky.

Huh, that’s weird. Kik 8eeped at me like I had a new message, 8ut there was nothing there. 

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Thick thighs. That is all.

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I always thought it was funny that your player character in Pokemon is 10 years old. Like, yeah, they’re “anime ten” where they look at least 18 yadda yadda, but they’re still ten.

Imagine the people in the Pokemon League. These are fully grown adults, right? They’ve trained their entire lives to be the best trainers in their country. They’re the best of the best. And then a ten year old walks in. A high and mighty four foot tall ten year old with a big smile on their face walks in. They’ve never even seen a tity. They don’t know where babies come from. They’re ten.

How did this ten year old get in to your arena? Did they wander in here by mistake? They say they’re here to battle you. Aww, how cute. This kid wants to fight the big league trainers, so they snuck in to fight you. That’s cute and funny. You’ll tell the others about this next lunch break. You decide to humor the kid and accept their challenge. You toss out your level 50 Tyranitar. You and this Pokemon have spent decades together, you trained for ages to get it to Level 50. You’re the best trainer in the country.

The kid reaches on their belt and tosses a Master Ball. Wait, what? A Master Ball? How did that kid get a Master Ball? Out of the master ball pops…

God.

God popped out of the Master Ball. 

The very same God Pokemon that controls the flow of space, that you go to church and pray to every Sunday. 

This ten year old kid just pulled out a Master Ball and threw God at you. God is, in fact, Level 73. 

God shoots Hyper Beam at your life-long partner Tyranitar, causing it to evaporate in to dust. He’s fainted in one hit. The kid yawns.

The kid wipes your entire party of Pokemon, the Pokemon you spent most of your adult life training and caring for. You are stunned. You ask the trainer how long they’ve been doing this. They say “I started a couple of days ago.”

This kid is ten. 

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Ass.

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:Lets go out on the town.

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Nothing much honestly. Being beautiful and brightening your day by snoring under the blanket.

What would I do without you. 

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There she is.

The wailing increases in both pitch and volume. I touch your face with my foot.

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Otherwordly wailing.

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My newest studs. Also, I reached 300+ followers.