As usual, I have a lot to say about My Stand-In, but just know my telenovela heart is living for this.
Because these two men were too busy fighting each other last time to notice that Joe got hurt several times yet neither cared since they were so blinded by their hatred of each other.
And here they are again! Joe is right beneath them, yet they are so consumed with hating each other that they don't even notice.
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Attention joehillssupportweekend, we now have an opportunity to put our money where our mouth is! Hermit TCG Stream weekend is happening this Saturday and Sunday, with Joe streaming both days. Go go go!
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Watching the winner of the week!
Bdubs, season 9 episode ‘They Never Saw Me Coming’
[ID: a minecraft screenshot from hermitcraft 9 taken within deep frost citadel. There are 8 hermits in the image and all of them are looking in the viewer’s, Bdubs’, direction. From left to right it’s Hypno, Doc, Joe, Tango, Etho, Jevin, False, Gem, and Cleo. Hypno, Doc, Joe and Tango are hanging out by and in the scoreboard, Etho, Jevin, False and Gem are further away, closer to the entrance hall, and Cleo’s only a few blocks from Bdubs. Tango is walking toward Bdubs. He’s in diamond armour, elytra, and dungeon master hood, and he’s holding a pork chop and a totem. End ID]
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I posting this as a WARNING to all my followers that I won't post anything tomorrow until I have watched Joel's POV of the Secret Life finale. After which I will come here to incomprehensibly scream like a rabid creature either in an uncontainable joy I've never felt in my life way over his victory or in an agonising pain that makes me read angsty fics at 3 am just to feel something way over his death.
All of this is to say that I WILL NOT BE NORMAL TOMORROW
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He hears them sometimes.
A cacophony of hollow, rattling wails bombard his ears and practically smother his brain with the sheer volume alone.
He can never make out what they're saying. They're always calling out to him, but they always drown each other out.
They are always angry. He knows why.
Sometimes he sees them too.
Hundreds of faces that at one horrific and recent point in his life he would have considered reflections. Anguished souls devoid of skin and flesh surround him, and Joe's only comfort is the knowledge that he did not end up like them.
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my fav hermit fan dichotomy is the ppl who think their favs should be acknowledged as cooler and sexier than they are currently vs ppl who think their favs should be treated like the most Guy ever
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