Harry: Kim, I'm going to start a cult.
Kim: You are? What's this cult going to be about?
Harry: I'm going to call it 'Children of Revachol'. The only people allowed to join are true Revacholians. We will worship Revachol as the spiritual entity that she is and spread her fear of nuclear destruction in twenty-two years across the world. Our goal is to stop her death. I will, of course, be her prophet.
Kim: I see. Very interesting, apocalypse cop.
Harry: You have to help me spread the word, Kim. Posters and fliers and shit. Think of the tax benefits.
Kim: Why are you just assuming I want in on this, detective?
Harry: Are you not a Vacholiere? Do you not want to spread the word to protect our city?
Kim, taking a moment to recover from the whiplash: ...Maybe so, but I'm also a realist.
Harry: That's okay. You don't have to believe that she exists. Revachol loves you anyway. She loves all of her children. That's why every Revacholian is automatically indoctrinated in the cult.
Kim: Are you high
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i love girls with memory problems
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sorry plaguing the utopia with angst. sneeg and charlie who are showfalls children. sneeg and charlie who know better than anybody how to gaslight someone. sneeg and charlie who are absolutely fucking vile in arguments. charlie whos gaslighting sneeg into thinking that hes hallucinating frank again because he got mad at sneeg for some stupid reason.
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dan says she's psychic and i believe him
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guys what if. if dream shows up at alec benjamins concert. to sing change my clothes. in a suit.
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Billy going dress shopping for heathers wedding
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nightmare eXistenZ remake starring harry styles as ted and zendaya as allegra
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I walk up to a stage with my hands behind my back, the crowd is eagerly awaiting my speech, anxiously shifting in their chairs. I tap the mic about twice, bringing it closer to my mouth.
"Noah."
A small, slow clap arises from the audience, with the rest following as they burst into cheer, tears flowing from their faces. The president nods in agreement, and places a medal upon my neck. The army
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