Do You Ever Feel Like The Supporting Character In Your Own Story? Always The Side, Never The Main Character....

Gaster always made sure to remind everyone whose house they were in.

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This is awesome on so many levels.

Ladies and Gentlemen i present to you John Carpenter’s The Thing, as performed by the claymated, Antarctic cast of the hit children’s animation Pingu. Directed by Lee Hardcastle, in under 3 minutes. Noot, Noot.

Ahhhhhh...

people who sleep with one pillow make me sick

MERMAY!MERMAY!! It’s finally here!!! My month to shine!! I work 55+ hour work weeks so this year is going to be FUN!! ANYWAY The first day is Galaxy!!!

My first house cost me my saddest memory of how my life ended.

It was the first time I realised my mother hated me. Not consciously. Subconsciously. I think she knew that without me, she’d be free. That she’d have a better life. That it was my fault that she met my brother dad. That she has three kids now and she wants non of them. 

I was 12. 

My mother had slapped me before but only a few times. She’d verbally hurled abuse, put me and my brothers in danger and prioritised her boyfriends over her children. I walked into my safe-guarding teachers office, having just finished the lunch the school had offered me as my mother hadn’t made me any or given me money to buy lunch, and she told me to take a seat. My mother had run away with her boyfriend and I will be going to live with my granny. I had nothing. I went home twice more to collect a few belongings before I never entered that house again, instead going into care after living with my grandmother for 5 months. The next time I saw my mother, it was at court, where I was the sole witness to her boyfriend beating her brutally. She didn’t apologise. She just smiled and hoped me well. I’ve been in care for 6 years. It’s the best thing to ever happen to me.  I payed for my first house with the memory of how the life I knew ended, but also how the life I love today was born. 

Imagine you live in a society with no money, no bartering. Instead, stories are currency. To buy your groceries you have to tell the cashier a funny childhood memory. To buy a car you need to relay a life-changing moment. The bigger the purchase, the more traumatic or incredible the story has to be. Write about the story you tell to buy your first house.

You made Sugar happy~ 

Short Bonus:

There’s a reason why HT!Sans is called Blood. 

All em Teddy Bear gifters:

@xelerinaia @wingedhumangirl @flamefiends 

@happysushichan (had to pick only one bby) 

@thebrothersgrimfandango (the only exception of two gifted bears) 

@anthroartistskeleton 

@jaegracex3 (really went crazy with your design sorryyy) 

@shon95 @ittybittypearlygirly 

@lucyhblack + @hansama = Twin Bears 

@fluffy-anon-dragon @chibiundertalegirl @stormipotato 

And a special mention of two darn trollsters: 

@megalotrashy  

@cupcakes-with-filling (I slaughtered the rainbow design thus the bear is now boring and two coloured only).

“A sound that means no more condescending adults hangin’ around!”

I REALLY love Beetlejuice The Muscial.

Check out my Patreon for the process work for this pic! @pixlezq

By Kran-art

All together now…

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