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forgivenpunishment · 1 day ago
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"Yeah, yeah," Wolfwood waves off the Captain, secretly very grateful for him agreeing to split off. Vash is clearly in distress, and, ugh, it does something all... mushy and weird to his heart. He wants to be his strength, but some of the things he might have to do he'd really rather other people didn't witness. Especially a party as unpredictable as bandits. As much as Ashton really didn't serve as a threat to them, they still shouldn't underestimate him. The untrained scared puppies can be some of the most dangerous people to give a gun.
"Just don't kill 'im. Gonna need his help later to wipe this disgusting slate clean. There's gotta be a way to scrub all of this shit off their database or whatever so no one ever does this again. There also has to be a larger shipping entrance to this place somewhere, might be helpful if we wanna get the Plants to a safer standard power station. Not gonna lie, even if we did repurpose this place, it won't stop the Eye of Michael from storming the damn door and continuing their research on whoever ends up working here. They have access to weapons a lot less reasonable than me, I can tell you that."
Weapon. Yeah, that's right. No matter what he does or what Vash says, nothing will change the fact that Wolfwood is a weapon to be used. No amount of kisses or affection can change that. That's something he can ruminate on later over a cigarette, not something to deal with right now.
"There won't be anything alive back there. Eight months is long enough to starve someone, and who knows what was keeping the... keeping the ones in the tanks alive," he speaks with such confidence, but a tiny tiny part of him worries that perhaps something will be alive. Vash seems to intend to pull the plug on them... which is a lot different than what he'd led Wolfwood on to believe. "Now get outta here, this shouldn't take too long."
Wolfwood turns to Vash, happy to hear his voice again before he turns in the direction of the holding cells, ready to advance at Vash's command.
No, Vash hadn't forgotten. He also hadn't forgotten that one of Wolfwood's signature moves was to try and redirect the flow of conversation and attention when he was uncomfortable, or wanted to focus on anything else. Good tactic, since it meant that more stuff got done, but... well. It was still a tactic.
Vash couldn't really find it in him to blame the undertaker, though. He couldn't summon the energy to argue with him, either, insist that he be the one to go it alone like he normally would-- so he just offered a fond shake of his head in response, and a smile as hollow as an open grave.
He hoped that Wolfwood couldn't blame him for that right now, either.
"Feh." the Captain hissed, shrugging one shoulder. "If there's nothin' to do but kill time, might as well help the cause. I'll check on my second and update whoever's still conscious while patchin' up. S'probably for the best to split us all up anyway; can't guarantee any of 'em would be happy to work with ya after all that~."
... that was a fair point. They hadn't exactly been the pinnacle of stealth after a point (not after Vash failed to knock his first target out quick enough) so these guys definitely knew their faces... especially the ones who had gotten a glimpse of them in actual action.
The word of demons and monsters stalking the halls and threatening grievous bodily harm had probably traveled quite a bit since then.
The Captain continued, "I'll take the prick, too. Might need a hand opening doors, and we can't rely on Johnny for everything, now can we? Up and at 'em, science-boy!"
... speaking of, Ashton hadn't said anything in a really long time. He didn't say anything now, either, but Vash did glance over just in time to see the man curl up into a tight, reluctant ball as the Captain approached, bending at an awkward angle to grab up him and hoist the hostage to his feet.
There... probably won't be any more sudden spikes of 'heroism' from Ashton, even if he does get free; the older man made it pretty clear that he's basically waiting for any reason to clobber him...
"We'll be in touch. We did steal two of your radios, after all~..."
"You sure did, Goldilocks-- remember to use your ill-gotten gains to let us know if we need to come shoot some actual monsters. Don't wanna be left out of all of the fun!"
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aceingonthecake · 12 hours ago
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Unpopular Opinion
(At least from what I've seen in the fandom)
Okay. It's time for me to confess. I kind of hate the idea of Aziraphale having a beard in s3. There, I said it. But I have reasons.
So, first of all, I don't really think it suits the character. Don't get me wrong, I love how Michael Sheen looks with a beard, but Aziraphale? I don't know, I don't see it going very well with their style. But this could also be related to my personal taste. I have more intricate reasons.
The thing is, every time I've read about people hoping Aziraphale will have a beard in s3, they were also connecting it to Aziraphale being badass in Heaven, taking the lead, showing their protective streak in a stronger way, having a more...masculine behaviour? Maybe? That's what I got from those posts most of the time.
And hey, I'm all for Aziraphale fighting to make a change in Heaven, but I don't really like the implication that, in order to show their protective side more, they also need to change their looks to appear stronger/bossier and all that jazz.
It would actually be kind of a comfort to me to see them act that way and still be themself, as we've always known them. Especially considering that this part of them is not new. It's true that, until now, we've always seen Aziraphale protect what (and who) they love in a more subtle way, but it's still protection and it's always been there.
That's why I think they don't necessarily need a new look. But, if we do get one, I actually hope it will be something more similar to how we saw them in the Bastille episode, or giving the same vibes they were giving in the changing room with that feathered boa. I mean, they were playing like that one second and delivered that "Aziraphale" to Furfur the next! They can act tough AND look all pretty and silly (in a good way).
With all that being said, I won't be mad, disappointed, or anything like that if Aziraphale ends up with a beard. It's not something that bothers me at such a level. What I've never really liked were the implications some people were writing around the concept of the beard. If it makes any sense.
So, that's my end-of-the-year confession. Don't hate me, please.
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usercelestial · 1 month ago
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i would like to hear your thoughts ❤️
gahhhh okay no one throw rocks at me, this is buck x oc
adam has been a nurse for a long time. he's dealt with trauma after trauma, met so many firefighters and paramedics but none with a bigger heart than evan buckley. he's seen him around a few times, the station 118 is pretty well known in their hospital for being a bit a problem station. people are constantly getting stabbed and struck by lightning, evan buckley in particular seems like maybe he pissed off god personally. they exchanged a few words here and there, laughed at a few of the others jokes, but every time they lock eyes, buck makes quick work to look away and bite the inside of his cheek. adam specializes in hurt and believe him, buck seems... hurt.
it isn't until they bring in a young kid, probably 16 or 17, with bruises and cuts all over his body. he was beaten until- well, until it was pretty touch and go for a minute there. two of them hang back in particular, hen and buck. he's talked to hen before, back when she was going through med school, she told him about her wife and kids, how hard she was fighting for them, how draining it was. adam joked about that sounding familiar, he remembers med school well enough when he was single, he couldn't imagine it with a partner and a kid.
the two of them were standing together, watching the kid be carted away, both biting their cheeks and clenching their fists. hen whispered something to buck and patted his back.
"i know, it's just- god, that was brutal." buck wipes his face.
"that's why we look out for each other." hen squeezes his arm and walks away.
"does he have anyone to look out for him?" buck says to himself
interesting, he doesn't know the full story- just that that kid looked like he was in a hell of a lot of pain. and judging by the rainbow bracelet around his wrist, he's guessing he knows why.
he's about to work himself up to go talk to him. there's something about his eyes, wide and sad and so deep in thought he wonders how he pulls himself out.
they lock eyes again. adam gives him a tiny wave and an awkward smile. buck looks like he's been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and returns the nicety before bolting out the door. hen notices and looks back, processing something in her head. she smiles but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
then buck shows up at the hospital later in his civvies, rubbing his hands together.
"hey!" adam says just a little too loudly, cringing.
buck jumps a little, like a scared deer, adam absolutely does not think it's the cutest thing in the world.
"uh, h-hi." buck is still whining his hands together.
"adam! sorry, i don't know if i ever gave you my name or if you remember-"
"i do." buck smiles, "yeah, i remember."
"good." and then he just stands like an idiot for reasons he cannot grasp before remembering he should probably speak now, "are you visiting someone?"
"do you remember that kid from earlier? the one had the um-"
"the kid that got hate-crimed? yeah i remember. he's stable now. he had a rough night, but he'll pull through."
buck visibly releases a weight off himself, "oh, good. i just wanted to check in on him. i don't know, it was a rough call, it was driving me crazy not knowing."
adam put down his clipboard, nodding, "yeah, i mean, that stuff definitely hits home for me, for sure."
"it doesn't for me," buck says and oh, shit, i guess he's not queer, fuck did i read this wrong, "i mean! like- when i came out, i had so many people that cared about me. my sister, my-well- my dad, my best friend, my boyf-" buck cuts himself off and deflates again, "sorry. i just hated the idea that he didn't have that, you know?"
"no, i get it, don't apologize. that's-thats really sweet. visiting hours are almost over but i can see if he's up for it, okay?"
bucks nods, and maybe adam is a fool with a dumb little crush but he swears he blushes a little. he feels his heart bursting a little about it. he came back to this kid, felt the need to check in and ask about him, because he didn't have something that he did.
"pull it together," he whispers to himself as he walks away.
buck keeps coming back, too. visiting the kid as often as possible, playing cards, and giving him fun facts from some documentaries he's watched. adam perks up whenever he hears one that he's watched. he lets it slip that he watched the same one, went on the same wikipedia binge. buck does that smile softly and look away like you're about to throw thing he does. adam occasionally joins in on the conversation whenever he gets a free moment. and then eventually, the kid gets discharged and buck is there to see him off. it turns out he has an aunt out in texas that's far more accepting than his folks here. he swears he sees buck tear up a little as he walks out the door, waving back at both of them.
and adam fully expects buck to go back to being a first responder he sees a few times a week and exchanging awkward, stolen glances.
but he doesn't stop coming. buck shows up the next day with two coffees in his hand. adam waves at him and buck breathes like he's psyching himself up and walks over.
"you said you liked chai lattes, so, um, i figured-i figured you would-"
"thanks!" adam decides to put him out of his misery, "are you visiting someone?"
buck ducks his head and scratches his neck, his smile looking less tortured, "hopefully, if you were free, you."
"i was about to go on my first break, if you wanted to go for a bit of a walk." adam suggests.
"that sounds great." buck clears his throat.
"great, gimme just a second, alright?" he walks away and hears buck mutter what he thinks, "i used to be better at this."
a few weeks pass by like that. buck hovering just on the outskirts of his life, very careful not to step too far in, but still present in a way that drives him crazy. he can't stop thinking about him but he only gets him for fifteen minutes now.
"do you wanna go out for dinner sometime?" adam asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.
buck gasps, like audibly, like a woman fainting after meeting the beatles, "i-uh, i should probably get back, sorry."
oh, he watches him go. and then stop in his tracks. and then turn back around, "can i get your number actually? or instagram or something?"
trying to contain his excitement, he nods, because of course he nods. when a hot, sweet as fuck, puppy dog eyed firefighter offers you their phone number, it's a crime to say no.
eventually, they do end up on a date- or at least he thinks it's a date. he can't be sure. the wine certainly feels date-eske but he really can't be sure because buck is barely looking at him in the eyes. he picked his very best "possibly a date" outfit and went in with low expectations for anything other than a really pleasant, really awkward evening. he decides though that if he gets to spend it with buck, it feels worth the awkward tension. especially because sometimes, he can coax him out of it and he looks so- vulnerable, an open wound. he's like a starry sky that hides behind a cloudy night.
adam doesn't remember what he says but eventually they start talking about things that should probably be save for the 40th date, not the maybe, jury's still out first.
but adam definitely knows he says, "you seem like you've been hurt." because the moment he does, he wants to punch himself in the face after buck gets this horrified expression like adam just said he likes kicking dogs in his spare time.
then, the moment passes, and he clicks his tongue, "i used to be better at hiding it."
"it seems like maybe it's a good thing you don't."
buck shakes his head, "i also used to be better at this," he gestures between them, "dating, flirting, having a crush," which does get buck to smile and adam gets to see that twinkle in his eyes again.
"oh okay, so this is a date, noted. and- you're not terrible at it, it's pretty adorable, actually. and i'm hardly one to judge. i'm very familiar with hurt."
buck keeps smiling, "well, my hurt is a 40 year old firefighter-pilot who broke up with me a year ago, so- i don't know how familiar you are with that kind of hurt."
"oh, i am all too familiar with that kind of hurt. does this hurt have a name?"
buck sucks in a breath, adam gets the sense that he hasn't said it in a while, "tommy. tommy kinard."
adam feels like buck is cracked open right now, "are you not ready to move on yet? cause, i'm okay with just being friends!"
"i really don't want to."
"be friends? damn, okay-"
buck puts on a hand on his for a second and adam's heart flutters, "no, i don't want to be just friends. tommy was- well, i loved him. i mean, i-"
"still do?"
"god, i'm really cursed to fuck up first dates, aren't i?"
"it's okay. i mean, i like you. i've liked you for a while, you know? and i've had my own tommy, the one that got away, one i'll never stop loving. i think-" it hurts to think about but he knows it would hurt more to forget about it, "i think what our tommys have in common is that we never let them go, or stop loving them, but we-" he sighs, thinking about his own heartbreak, his own first love, his own missed connection, "we take the love we have for them and we can let it grow into love for others too."
bucks bites his cheek. adam briefly wonders if the inside of his mouth is scarred of all the biting, "i guess i'm scared of giving him up. like if i stop thinking about it or if i like someone else, he'll disappear and everything we had will just- vanish," he chokes out.
adam hums, "it won't. that's the great thing about tommys, right? they stay with you, you never stop feeling that love. you just- build on it and give it to the next person."
buck has tears in his eyes now, adam thinks he might too, but god he's looking at such a beautiful man, with such a big heart and he can't help but thank whoever tommy is for giving him so much love that he's overflowing with it.
"sorry-"
"don't apologize, this got heavy really quick and we're only half way through the bottle of wine," they both laugh into their glasses.
"i guess i'm a little- hurt, like you said."
"i'm a nurse, buck, i kind of specialize in hurt. and if you're willing to try, i'd like another date, one that i actually know is a date beforehand."
buck really does blush this time, "i can do that."
buck leans in and kisses him on the cheek on the way out, oh god, he's a gentleman too, i'm so screwed.
down the line, when they're celebrating their engagement in the same park they used to walk through on adam's breaks, he thinks to himself, not for the first time, oh, tommy kinard, wherever you are, whoever you're with, thank you for loving our man, and thank you for letting me love him just as much.
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localsamalicer · 6 months ago
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My bestie made a DoorKeay kid and one time when talking about them having a baby it was brought up that if Gerry were to be pregnant distortion Michael would still somehow feel the majority of the pregnancy pains.
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tunacasserolequeen · 2 years ago
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Some nights they just wanna sit close together
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creaturefeaster · 9 months ago
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ive been thinking about this for a while, i sent an ask about it a while ago but i was in a spot with bad service so im not sure if it sent or not, so sorry if something like this already went through to your ask box. But, how does vilmer and maja speak and know swedish if cq doesnt take place on earth? is there a different place that’s native language is swedish, and also is it called something different? or is sweden just laying around somewhere on theia
It's a mix of a few things, and it applies to all real languages used in the CQ universe:
1) There are no Earth-aligned countries on Theia, but there are definitely parts & communities of the world that have different languages, accents, and dialects. This is also why there are other languages spoken such as Spanish or French, why Bonnie knows languages such as Hungarian, and so on.
2) Even though I chose to express the world's writing primarily in English, it's still a language just like any other and should not be assumed the default for the entire world of Theia. Many places they travel to, were there to be any survivors, do not speak English at all.
3) My ass is not about to conjure 100 different fake languages for the world when there are plenty of interesting and very real languages to explore & implement into the world. The swedes spawned in this world and they are here to stay, and no they won't elaborate how or why.
Also yes it is still called swedish, same for any other real language used in my writing ^_^!
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edge-oftheworld · 7 months ago
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quarterly reminder that lighter is a BOP
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ennard-is-near · 6 months ago
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“I know it was an accident” (from the SL secret night) get slept on so hard. I think about that line every day and I’ve never seen anyone else talk about it.
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broken-clover · 1 year ago
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Holiday retail shifts this year are turning me into an unironic hallmark villain. Something uniquely wrath inducing about getting snapped at over 30 cent discounts while the radio blares songs about it being the most wonderful and peaceful time of year. If anyone comes within my vicinity with any song that has the words merry jolly christmas reindeer snow or bright in them or has that obnoxiously twee sounding singing that's like 50 years old or sounds like frank sinatra or has nasally small child singing I'm going to beat them with a lamppost. If they play any iteration of 'my favorite things' again I'm committing arson. I'm reaching the end of my rope. I look at the calendar and there's still two more weeks to go
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leapinarmadillo · 1 month ago
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the "mj's real voice was really deep, the high pitched voice was just an act for the public" thing is really tiresome. people just talk differently in different situations. i think he was self-conscious, i don't think it was some grand manipulative scheme. he grew up in the spotlight, with hundreds of thousands of people focused on his voice. he spoke like that as a very young teenager. there are private phone calls where he sounds just as gentle and high pitched as in interviews. there are live performances where he used a deeper voice to command more attention. maybe there WAS an element of manipulation - i do think he was very aware of his image and effect on people - but i don't think it was some elaborate conspiracy
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8cfc00 · 2 months ago
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i love relistening to podcasts to the point where relistening to any episode becomes incredibly boring because i already know what happens
#this is why i can't relisten to season 1 of dndads#probably the only reason i can remember all the wbg episode titles too#cuz im just like. ohhh surprise field trip thats the one where mike and michael go on a field trip to the compound#ohhhh the mysterious case of the underwater shed is the one where the shed goes on lockdown and theyre like. what if we're underwater#a cavalcade of experiences owed is the one where mikey tells the other past mikey that he's going to talk to edgar#the ones that are hard to remember are the ones i dont like relistening to#namely season 8 and 9.#i cannot tell you what happens in “which one are you” because i rarely listen to the first part of s8. i do remember ep 92 “am i dead”#but thats only cuz i drew that one fanart#and some titles feel very similar in vibe and i mix them up quite a bit#i do remember that “this is only temporary” and “knowing what i know now” are different because i think dylan said in the commentary#that he was gonna title the ep “this is only temporary” but he had already used the name in season 1#and then sometimes i think that “maybe we'll remember everything” is the “knowing what i know now” episode but then i remember#wanting to relisten to the consolidated mikey episode and accidentally getting the edgar kills mike episode#so i remember that difference#also the season 11 “will protect us” names are a bit difficult to remember because its just a whole of people#i occasionally forget that “ornery” isnt an episode title and is just the episode description for “forget”
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tothechaos · 1 year ago
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just played bg3 for the last five hours and with my door closed, the heat generated from my pc was enough to raise the temperature of my room by several degrees compared to the rest of my apartment
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pomegranarchy · 1 year ago
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Wordsmith haircut reveal!!!! Jsjsjjs
Who doesn't love a cringefail woman?
Wordsmith suffering while being pokes by hornet? Perfect
Wordsmith holding the hand of Hollow and wanting to go home? 👌
she's so lame and trying her best. and yeah! short hair lady :] probably will have grown out to her shoulders by time she actually shows anyone her face pff
she's going to be adopted by this family one day mark my words. in the far future past tumultuous waters and hours of me scrolling through a thesaurus for chapter titles. and taking a jackhammer to a wall of writer's block more than once
i want to draw her face so bad you have no idea. ive entertained the idea of her being a relative to another oc of mine simply bc of their similar appearances and general cringefail miserable living
both of them get taken in and pitied by rich immortals who sponsor their wellbeing. normal ass humans thrust into unfamiliar magical scenarios
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bravevolunteer · 1 year ago
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me vs the urge to rewrite my bio for no reason
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mariocki · 2 years ago
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The Saint: The Art Collectors (5.18, ITC, 1967)
"I don't understand you, Mr. Templar."
"Why, it isn't that I object to doing the fair thing, it's just that I don't like being forced to do it at gunpoint."
#the saint#the art collectors#1967#itc#leslie charteris#michael pertwee#roy ward baker#roger moore#ann bell#peter bowles#geoffrey bayldon#nadja regin#james maxwell#philo hauser#richard shaw#garfield morgan#bryan kendrick#i actually have seen this one before but for some reason literally the only part i remembered was Simon eating a sandwich during an escape#attempt (it's a nice little character moment in a very playful episode). we're in france with priceless paintings and would be thieves#so this feels very traditional‚ very reminiscent of the black and white series. we've another great cast‚ headed by the lovely Ann Bell#and she's reunited with her 3.17 costar James Maxwell!! they're not on the same side this time tho... JM also having a great deal of fun as#a German pretending to be French pretending to be Geoffrey Bayldon‚ and the look he conjures as Simon rips off his fake beard is really#quite something. and then there's Peter Bowles and Garfield Morgan... these casts are getting very impressive! the plot here isn't the#tightest tbh‚ with a little too much repetitive back and forth with the paintings‚ but it's a lighter‚ fluffier episode and that's always#welcome. it is telling that the conclusion of the episode has Simon supporting the Russian's claim on the da Vinci paintings and helping#to get them returned to their 'rightful home' in a Russian museum; with the original owner dead and with no descendants wouldn't it make#just as much sense to return the paintings to Italy?? idk#oh!! i almost forgot!! Simon uses the stick figure calling card for what im pretty certain is the first time in the series (it's generally#only been used to frame him so far or perhaps once to frame himself to go undercover or something) but yeah he does it for real!
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Help help help I had a fnaf dream that actually fucked me up
#so I was Michael right?#and I was on a trash island right#hunting Springtrap#which was terrifying cus he was obviously hunting us too#After much fear and scary shit that I don't remember#eventually we found him#and the only weapon I had#were some kiddy scissors#from what I remember there was a fight#I won#by stabbing him in the head with said scissors#and ripping apart his skull#then the rest of his body#and then putting it in bags and spreading it all across the trash island#I then everything was good and we went home and then like years later#He came back with fucking advanced ass robot like actual AI android shit#And then I put together that Vanessa somehow had to get a job at this trash island#where she found all of the pieces to his body and put it together like a Lego and what she couldn’t find she replaced with robot parts#also I forgot to mention that I had two friends on this mission. I have no idea who they were and we all kept Momentos of his body.#this girl kept one of his eyes and for some reason she said that she also had one of her dad‘s eyes but like#in a more sentimental way#and I guess I kept like part of his skull or something#and this girl was with me when we found out about I guess kind of glitchtrap (?)#And I guess it was on a video and she paused it and she was talking about it like it was gonna be a movie in like 2033??#it felt like scream????#And then it’s zoomed in on android Aftons face and he was like looking at me#and I got so scared that I woke up#and now I’m writing this#which has helped the fear hehehehehe#god
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