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I love you gay people on my phone

I love you lesbians on my phone

I love you bi people on my phone

I love you pan people on my phone

I love you ace people on my phone

I love you aro people on my phone

I love you trans people on my phone

I love you intersex people on my phone

I love you everybody who falls on the queer umbrella on my phone

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i headcannon that Cookie’s taste in music is VERY inconsistent. like, one second he’s listening to lady gaga or weird al, and in the next he’s listening to system of a down

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I say WOULD to will wood. not in that creep way. but rather, i WOULD let him hold me gently

That is an honor most fictional characters don't even get

That is an honor my own father doesn't get👍

Grabbing new malevolent fans by the shoulders. DONT SKIP CODA. I know if the title doesn’t include a number to indicate an episode you might think it’s skippable a la benevolent but IF YOU SEE A MUSICAL WORD DO NOT SKIP. IN THE MUSICAL MOTIF HORROR SHOW THE MUSICAL WORD ONES ARE VERY IMPORTANT. PLEASE

whoever convinced kayne we needed to also do marching band shows i hope your john NEVER shuts up and i hope you NEVER learnt the difference between left and right. i am so fucking sick of this band. every time i open my instrument case it's just full of blood. this guy doesn't even understand instrument care. i used to be a flute. can't play if the pads are CONSTANTLY SOAKED WITH BLOOD.

"average podcast character whimpers 3 times a year" factoid actualy just statistical error. average podcast character whimpers 0 times per year. Arthur Leter, who falls into hole & whimpers over 10,000 times each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

*proceeds to snooze the alarm for over an hour*

hey man. they turned my favorite character into pencil shavings. given him the ol’ mashed potato. limited edition arthur lester brand apple sauce. he is giving the lego keychain on my backpack who has lost both arms and one of his legs has mysteriously appeared inside my pocket. they cheese grated him. yeah. puréed that motherfucker. to smithereens you say. bro got disassociated like salt in water. dashed upon the rocks. rent limb from limb. from the nave to the chops. you could go bungee jumping with his guts. maybe the real hand of malevolence was the hands we lost along the way. his bones are pine needles his eyes are fruit gushers his limbs are accessories to kayne’s met gala look. filleted like a fish. yeah. popped like a ripe cherry. just absolutely turned into soup. his skin is like the discarded perforated section of the spiral notebook that stays on the ring when you tear a page. yeah all that’s left is one final book he kept on him at all times. not sure what the title was, it was in ancient yiddish. yeah. weird right? mhmm. yeah they put him down the garbage disposal. yeah he’s just kind of a weird stain now. yeah it was sad. how was your day