When the remake comes out, our tiny fandom may grow and there will be more people joining us.
We are a basically dead fandom as it is, and we will come back to life
so the announcement is that us OG NatM fans are going to be known as the Exhibits. The Exhibits are the original members before the remake brought new fans in.
We will tell the stories of when we would search the NatM tags once a week, and celebrated when we got one new fanfic posted. And it was a very happy and rare day when TWO would update. These are the stories us Exhibits will tell.
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Someone: (normal tone of voice) Hey do you like Night at the Museum?
Me: (at full volume) YOU KNOW I'M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR JEDTAVIUS
Good evening to the homosexuals and homosexuals only
public service announcement
mfs will write "slight angst if u squint!!" and ill be crying at the end
my review is in and i think that
top 5 god given gifts to mankind for us to cherish and rejoice in
1. bread
2. masturbation
3. drinking water when you are very thirsty
4. vegetable
5. sleep
quick headcannon
larry bought a 200 gallon fish tank and filled it with like hamster toys, bedding and other stuff like a hamster wheel and it’s basically a time out area for the minis(mostly jed and oct) and sometimes if it’s not something catastrophic he’ll put them in a hamster ball
something like this
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you know I couldn’t be a cowboy because I’d be stuck with my partner in the dead cold prairie night and our horses would be tied up and we’d be huddlin around a crudely made fire because it was too far to go back to the ranch and he’d play the sweetest song on his harmonica, the kind that you felt in your bones and your heart and that the hymns had nothin on, and then he’d finish and we’d both lean in a little too close and my hand would be on his bandanna and his whiskey-breath would be hot on my lips and I’d realize that maybe it wasn’t the touch of a woman i’d been hankerin for