a girl was acting homophobic to me for having a gay brother so i bashed her knees in! shes at the hospital. hope she dies 💙
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show us the wizard lalonde
Hopefully this satiates your curiousity. The wizard in all his unholy christmas-themed glory.
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hello sans!! i was wondering what are some things you like to do in your free time? :3
His emo side came out for a second-
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hello and welcome to the cafe!
come come, have a seat! stay a while. have a drink and relax.
independent ask blog for Latte, a Ccino variant written and illustrated by @monster-kind
Wanna know more about latte? check out this post here!
Ccino himself was created by @black-nyanko
Latte was created by @monster-kind
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Ref of my silly little guy, Krymm {{Direct link if you can't read the text}}
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What is your favorite kind of tea?
I really like iced teas !! I’ll mostly just drink green and peach tea tho with some sweetener for the green tea 😋
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Chuuya: "Ah.. is it on..? I can't tell..."
Chuuya: "No question is a stupid question."
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how do you feel about them
i like anything nintendo so... pretty cool. they are like uncle klav and kristoph (the whore) but mentally well
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there's a trolley coming down the tracks. If you don't do anything, it will hit five people. If you flip the lever, you switch the tracks to hit a completely smoking babe. What do you do?
I flip the lever.
After this hypothetical completely smoking babe is decimated, I approach her smoldering remains so I may courteously contact her family — who have, between her shaky reconnection with an ex-lover and her steady trend towards substance abuse, long-since expected this downfall. For she is no less grieved, I attend her funeral. I offer my remarks. She was a fine woman, a loving daughter, and most certainly did not possess a dubious fascination with the existence of incestuous dynamics. The family wails, moved by my sincerity — I was, after all, their daughter's killer, and there are things you can only realize of a person once you have felt their blood on your hands. As soon as I conclude the remark, the closed-casket slams open; from it emerges transfeminine Sigmund Freud, who makes loud and offensive corrections at my misinterpretation of her work. I flee the scene in a panic, disgusted and embarrassed.
I then return to the tracks, await for the trolly to return, and re-flip the lever so it may hit the other five people. Thank you for this delightful thought experiment.
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