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fought tooth and nail for a losing cause. blood and tears were all for naught.
Redraw of one of the, if not the funniest panel in TD:R in my style. Tim bi panic because of topless Bernard will never not be funny đ
i love how (based on martyn's lore) joel has two canonical soulmates. his multidimensional wife who he will always recognize and love in any smp they are together...and etho
Vat7k playing Minecraft. End of sentence.
omg i'm sorry i have varigo brain i didn't even register 'vat7k' so unfortunately i only have these two dorks for now đ I WILL DRAW THE OTHERS SOON...... i love mc it's so silly,,,,
What if s2 Dream woke up one day and remembered? What if he left his room to find Tommy sitting on his (their) couch? What if he knew what he did? What they did to each other? What if he flinched at Tommyâs greeting? What if he couldnât explain what changed? What if the new chance, new-old family he wanted was taken from him again?
đđ I'm sure it'll all be fine
Every so often I remember itâs canon that c!Tommy had a ghost, and not only that but the ghost apparently never stopped crying and refused to talk to anyone.
That one part where Glatt told c!Quackity that a British guy with a beanie would come down to his gym and a smaller one that sounded exactly like him would be attached to his hip, and he would only cry and repeat, âDream killed me.â
And how screwed up it is that c!Tommy was still following c!Wilbur around like he did when he was alive because he had nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to.
Do you think we never saw the ghost because he was hiding from everyone? He didnât want to see the same people whoâd hurt him and let him get hurt time and time again.
Link to video: https://www.tumblr.com/icebear4president/766528520341061632/video-for-this-post
date idea you come over to my house and we hang out together until your parole officer picks you up at three to take you back to juvenile detention
Damian, a little eleven year old child, ten apples tall: This is my baby brother
Jason, a man the size and weight of a fucking fridge, whose age âresetâ after the Lazarus dip: Hi.
my OTPs + MARVEL