babe, are you okay? you've been listening to BADLANDS (Live From Webster Hall) on repeat again
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If you want to question Dark Sun, I鈥檒l speak to Ruin.
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Moon: I think he's powered off right now, his battery is dying quickly lately
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So, I entered my bathroom, as one does, to get ready for the day. All normal and cool. But then -
A creature. Meowing softly from my bathtube as I opened the door. Looking at me as if I insulted it with my presence, entering its beige domain as if I own the place.
I get it, I'm just renting it. I don't own it, but that's besides the point. Because there is something else that I don't own.
I DO NOT OWN A CAT.
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Prime's Fallout Spoilers
I just had another revelation about Michael Emerson after binging most of his discography in TV today;
If I had a coin for everytime Michael Emerson played a character who's life ended with their head decapitated I'd have two coins. Two whole coins. How many actors go through characters who have similar or exactly the same outcomes?
I adore his acting but these similarities are so funny to me. Man's really gets somewhat type casted.
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Surely, I don't reread things that often. Yes, I reread things often, but surely not more than 20, maybe 30 times. - Me, a few minutes ago.
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It's a brand new day! The Express chugs along through the sea of stars, and a new adventure is sure to lay over that astral horizon. And to send this day off on a high note, who else is to greet Caelus than his good buddy, Pom Pom with a cute and floppy salute! "Mornin', Big C!"
A lazy yawn escapes from the Express's newest legend maker. A sign of comfort, a sign that even the most avid of potentials can cherish a casual day, it left him feeling pretty damn good in just smelling the fresh cooking prompted from the Omni-Synthesizer. Giving a few idle scratches at his bared belly due to his disheveled clothes, there was a step before the lead conductor that certainly added an extra bit of pep to his day. Good ol' Pom-Pom!
Life couldn't go wrong with Pom-Pom, since normally life was going wrong for them, something he really needed to chip in and help out more once he got the chance. "Yo. I see Mr.Yang already got a headstart on ensuring we were hooked up. Man, after late night's missions, I feel like I could eat three damn cows." He adds in earnest, only to be unprepared for the following statement to come.
Mornin' Big C!
BIG C...
BIG CO--
A storm of freshly bleached trauma immediately slammed into the forefront of his mind. A thorny scratches that left scalding welts across the heart, for an instant the interior of the Astral Express spins as the raw disbelief slammed into heart, ribcage and soul all within a single swoop. It led a question to spiral in the depths of his mind. WHO IN THE HELL HAS BEEN GOING ON GIVING HIM THIS MONIKER!?
All strength proceeded to leave his limbs at this moment, an intrinsic understanding continuing to dawn the more this comes to be noted.
Who in the fuck calling themselves BIG C wouldn't be overcompensating about something? He's never called himself that a day in his life!
"P-- Pom pom.. Pom pom- WAIT" He manages to croak, leaving his mortal coil crashed until those freshly swept floors as spiritual damage courses through his being. A look of sheer desperation is etched into his features as he glances up, giving the conductor a pleading look for what could be a veritable hell in space. "We.. no.. Man hold on, that ain't no name of mine..! Do you know how boned anyone could get havin' that as a nickname!? It's Caelus you're talkin too!"
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Why is my affection biting people?
Like not even hard?
Just a nibble.
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finally getting something out of all these bibles and Christian education I鈥檝e gotten
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I think people who write or create professionally should find something that they like to write about in characters they viscerally hate or not write them into whatever story they have.
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