*gasp* CT Frisk? In The Year Of Our Lord 2025?

I found this camera on the subway and look what was inside...

Reblog if you'd vote for Papyrus

trick or treat! my prompt is post pacifist flowey and asgore spending quality time together. gardening, perhaps? (it's up to you whether or not asgore knows flowey's identity)

…so I may or may not have written a 2.5k word hurt/comfort fic for this… hopefully you still like it, though!

Living on his own had been a harder task than Flowey’d realized. Star’d thought he was really cool when he declines offers of housing from Frisk and Papyrus. Now look where he was. Lost, alone, generally in a predicament. Emphasis on the first one, he had no clue where star even was. A lot of monsters had settled in the same place, a suburban neighborhood, but he was in the outskirts and all the houses looked the same and star’d tried to find differentiating features but everything was blurring together and star had no idea where to even go.

The sky was starting to bleed with the edges of a sinking sun and Flowey really didn’t feel like being caught outside, surrounded by a bunch of humans, with nowhere to hide when it went down. Where to go, where to GO… There had to be somewhere, right? Someplace safe. Someplace he wasn’t so exposed.

Star gave the street another sweep. There, a garden! Flowey wouldn’t be indoors, but he could stay covered, assimilated into the patch of golden flowers beneath the window. He could hide there until the light faded and it was harder to see. And then star’d spend the night doing… something. He’d figure it out. For now, he needed to get hidden. Anything after that could wait. 

Flowey ducked underground. For a moment he contemplated remaining there, but he knew that wasn’t an option. There wasn’t any air under there. He didn’t need air, but the echoes of lungs still burned for want of it when star held his breath. And it was cramped. Flowey had spent stars life underground, like hell he was going back.

Star came up and inhaled. Star’d undershot the distance a bit, unaccustomed to the world up here the way star had been underground, distances and locations memorized to the nearest detail. It was fun until it wasn’t.

Flowey pushed through a couple more feet of of dirt and shook himself off. He always hated the way dirt clung to stars petals, like it was trying to push star back down. He shuddered despite himself. 

The flowers grew thick here. Golden flowers always grew thick. Flowey let out a breath. He’d be safe.

A door opened inside the house, and a light flickered on, shining through the window. Flowey pulled the breath back in. A shadow passed by, stopping the flow of light. Flowey closed his eyes tight. What if he was caught, what if he was caught?

The shadow moved on. Flowey exhaled without a noise. Dishes clattered in the room—it must have been a kitchen. Flowey craned his (metaphorical) ears, dreading the return of the figure. Just then, star heard whistling.

Darn it.

The garden should have tipped star off. Of all the houses to find himself…

The light flickered off. The whistling grew fainter and fainter. Flowey exhaled. Well, that was that was that. Star tried to made himself comfortable and wait out the already beginning sunset. Darkness was already crawling forward onto the sky. Flowey buried himself in the mass of golden blossoms and tried not to look up.

And then star heard a door open, and the whistling got louder. Flowey pressed closer to the ground. Maybe star would be passed by. What was the chance that—

Furry hands reached into the flower patch and plucked the flower in front of Flowey. Flowey made a not-very-dignified squeak.

“Hello? Is there someone there?” said a deep, kindly voice.

Flowey held his breath, not daring to make even a single noise.

“Oh dear, I hope rats have not found their way into the plants… I will have to find ways to dispel them. Maybe I should ‘look it up’, as the kids say. Ho ho ho!” the voice chuckled.

Flowey tried very hard not to be offended by this.

Hands parted the flowers again and—just stars luck—rested on Flowey, gently handling star and tugging him out of the ground. They dug him out with careful precision carrying him forward the way they would a young son drifting off to sleep.

Flowey quickly shook the strands of memory from his head and tried to wiggle out of the hands’ grip. They released star and drew back in alarm. 

Flowey put up a glare and looked up into the concerned eyes of the ex-king of monsterkind.

The boss monster profusely apologized. “I’m horribly sorry, if I’d known you were sentient…”

Flowey had to fight off the urge to tell him to can it. Now wasn’t the time for that.

The ex-king finally slowed down. “What… were you doing in my garden, however, if I may ask?”

“I was, uh…” Flowey didn’t have a response for this. Why didn’t star have a response for this. He contemplated resetting before realizing not for the first time that he still didn’t have that power. That was… not good. Flowey froze up. How could he respond, how could he possibly respond? There had to be something to say, some line of dialogue that would solve this whole thing right up and make no one mention it again and get him away from here, there had to be something, there was always something!

“It’s alright.” Asgore’s voice sent a ray of heat through the ice freezing Flowey up. Star shivered. “You do not need an answer. I understand. It is getting quite dark out, isn’t it?” Asgore held out his hand. “There are better places to stay than out in this flower patch.” He stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Then again, being among your fellow flowers may bring you comfort. Would you like me to bring in a few with you?”

“That… No!” Flowey shook off the residual icicles and tried to correct his outburst with as much politeness as he could muster. “I mean… that won’t be necessary. At all. I was just…” excuse excuse excuse “looking… around. And wanted to check out your flowers.” That was a horrible excuse. Who could even fall for that?

“I see.” Asgore could, apparently. “So you are not lacking a place to stay?”

“Well, uh…” Flowey cast a worried glance at the sky. He couldn’t hold back a flinch. Pink streaked the sky like blood on fur and he didn’t LIKE looking at it. He hated the way it forced old memories to bubble up to the surface and pop with decades of built-up force. He hated the way it looked, he hated the way it smelled, he hated the way it tasted of gunpower and hatred and kill them all, kill them all before we both die—

“Is everything alright?”

Flowey cussed internally and looked straight down. “On second thought, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Star couldn’t look at that sky for a second longer. Star couldn’t. 

“Oh! Wonderful!” Asgore reached for the flower next to Flowey. 

Flowey stopped him. “That part really won’t be necessary.”

“Alrighty then!” Asgore moved his hand forward. Oh. He’d been holding it out this entire time.

Flowey reached out a root and tentatively clambered on. It was more than large enough to hold him. Flowey refused to acknowledge this, nor how comfortable it was. Star suppressed a yawn. Hopefully Asgore hadn’t noticed. Fortunately, it didn’t seem as if he had. 

Asgore led him inside the house. It was smaller than one’d expect of a past king, cozy starting to verge on crowded starting to verge on claustrophobia-inducing.

Flowey was placed on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was composed in a similar manner as the rest of the house, with the counter, table, and sink smushed together to the point where if the laws of physics did not forbid it they’d be occupying the same space. 

Calling the sink half-empty would be generous, it was more like a quarter that was empty as the rest was filled with dirty dishes—mostly teacups and plates. 

The old man had a whole corner of the counter dedicated to a shelf of teas—the golden flower section was empty, Flowey realized. That must’ve been why Asgore came out at all. Just Flowey’s luck.

Asgore placed the flower he’d picked on a drying rack on the ceiling. He had started humming again, that same dumb 8–or was it 7?—note melody Flowey knew all too well. 

Asgore turned to star. “Would you like some—” He took in Flowey’s appearance. “Ah. Perhaps not.”

Flowey could have tea! But he didn’t want any right now, so he said nothing.

“Would you like some food, then?”

Flowey hated monster culture just then. Was Asgore, a past KING, just going to invite a stranger into his home? Offer to feed them? Just like that? Why would he do that? Why would anyone? Why was everyone so darn NICE? Back underground, he’d thought the surface would break them. Break everyone. The way it’d broken him. But if Asgore was any indication, it hadn’t. So Flowey—Asriel must’ve just been… fragile. Breakable.

Flowey’s didn’t have an appetite. The echo that passed for his stomach churned. “I’m not hungry,” he barked out.

“Well. That is quite a shame, considering I have all these leftover pastries.”

Flowey looked up. Asgore’s eyes were twinkling. A plate was loaded with a cinnamon bunny and a fork and passed toward star. Like it was going to change anything. Sure, Flowey hadn’t… eaten in a while, and it did look pretty good, but…

Flowey caught a whiff of the sugary scent. Stars mouth watered. Maybe just a bite.

Decisively not looking at Asgore, Flowey used a vine and the fork to lift the pastry to his mouth.

He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until the taste hit him. Despite knowing death like an old friend, he’d never been to any of those so-called “good” human afterlifes. But he was pretty sure this was it. This was the high of culinary achievement. 

He stopped when he saw that Asgore’s amused grin had faded into concern. “When was the last time you ate, if I may ask?”

Flowey didn’t know. Star couldn’t remember. Flowers didn’t need to do things like eat, or sleep. Had he ever? Not in this timeline, at least. 

That would explain it, star supposed. Just because star didn’t need it didn’t mean some part of him didn’t crave it, same as air.

It still sucked, though. And it was embarrassing. Flowey had turned into a glutton in front of stars—in front of the king. Ex-king.

Asgore just sighed and pulled out another plate, though. “Why don’t I whip us both up a proper meal before bed? No take-out.”

Without another word, he pulled out a pot of old soup from a small fridge and started to reheat it on the stove. Flowey watched in silence. 

“I made this a few days ago, but it should still taste good.”

Flowey doubted that, but his stomach was still rumbling. The sweet had opened him up, revealing just how hungry star was, and right now star’d eat anything that could fill him. 

The two waited in silence until the soup was heated. Asgore poured Flowey a bowl.

“Be careful, now, it is still a bit—”

Flowey yelped.

“…hot.”

Flowey fixed him with a glare. He could’ve gotten a WARNING!

…Asgore had given star one. He just hadn’t listened. 

Darn it.

Flowey’s gaze softened, and he looked down.

“Oh dear…”

Asgore took a step to a drawer and pulled out a large jar of sugar. “I have been reading about these ‘life’s hacks’ on the ‘internet’ and I have heard that sugar can make burns hurt less. And the taste certainly does not hurt either.”

Asgore held out a spoon of the stuff. Flowey doubtfully took it.

It… didn’t hurt more.

“Now, isn’t that better?” Asgore winked. “Perhaps we should wait for the soup to cool down, first. Patience is a virtue, or so I have heard.”

Flowey blew on his soup without lifting his eyes.

The room returned to silence. Flowey didn’t feel like talking. What did Asgore even think of star? As far as he knew, a random flower had shown up in his garden and eaten his food. And he was still being so…

“Why are you doing this?”

“I am sorry, I do not think I understand the question—”

“Why are you being so nice to a STRANGER?” Flowey hissed.

“…why should I not? A king must always care for his people—”

“An ex-king. You’re not a king anymore. You have no ‘royal duty.’ You’re doing this as a stranger, TO a stranger!”

Asgore stood up and spoke regally. “Then, I will ask again. Why should I not? Why should I not show kindness to one who is in need? I may not have a perfect memory, or a knack for a name, but I can tell when someone needs help. And I will always help those in need. King or not.”

Flowey looked up with a glare. “You don’t know me! What—what if I was a killer? A serial murderer? Can you seriously say that you’d—”

“Yes.” Asgore stared down at him. For the first time since Flowey had seen him, he looked like a king. “If you were a killer, you would not be the only one in the room who has killed.” Asgore lowered himself from his royal position and bent down until his eyes were level with Flowey’s. “I have done many things in my life that I deeply regret. Even if the cruelest of killers approached my home, I would welcome them in with open arms and a cup of tea. Or perhaps soup, if tea was not to their taste.”

Flowey let out a chuckle at that, even though nothing was really funny. “Just like that. No questions asked.”

“They have gone through enough, have they not?”

“Huh.”

Something throbbed in the corner of Flowey’s eye. Star ignored it best he could.

“Ah! The soup must be cool, now.”

Flowey took a sip. It was still a bit hot, but he could handle it. It wasn’t horrible. A little light on the chicken and vegetables. But really warm.

“I hope I did not go too heavy on the salt.”

“No, it—” Flowey cleared stars throat. The soup must’ve made it stuffy. “It’s good. Fine. I like it.”

Star cast a glance up. Asgore was smiling proudly. “Why, thank you! I got the recipe from the internet! Now, I know we had something similar underground, but this human version is truly something special! So much information, at your fingertips, without needing even a book! Why, the other day…

Asgore continued to ramble. Flowey listened, half-amused. The surface really had changed things… back underground, Asgore had… had…

Flowey lost his train of thought. His eyelids were starting to grow heavy. Vaguely some part of him understood what this meant, but star didn’t feel like processing that right now. He was tired.

He stifled another yawn. Hopefully Asgore wouldn’t—what was he doing.

Asgore stood up and scooped Flowey up. “…nfortunatly… not much space… can make something… blankets…”

“Huh?” Flowey tried to say. It came out as more of a grunt.

He was placed in a large pile of blankets, star thought. He wasn’t sure. Foggy sleep clouded his brain. He tried to protest, but the blankets were so comfortable… and star really was tired. Maybe just a few minutes…

Asgore sat by his side and started to hum. Flowey slept until morning.

@all-lars-bars hey so funny story

google search what do i do when i die and a random ass lady starts living with my mom in the meantime

First - Previous - Next - Masterpost

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SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

Again, please, please PLEASE reblog this post instead of the one I sent originally. All the information is here, and it's driving me nuts to see the old ones are still passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much.

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skytober day 30 - sacrifice

i'll be there for you when your wings break letting go of you that's a heartbreak

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I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE POSTS. HELP ME.

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(open rp)

*The sheriff wanders the desolate desert for hours. He is seeking any sign of where he came. Nightfall is fast approaching, and he would prefer to not stick out the night in the cold.*

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"Hey." says a voice behind him. When the sheriff turns around, he sees Richson towering over him. He is a tall, thin man with dark skin. He has no hat, but his hair covers his eyes and falls down to about the middle of his back. If someone were to see his eyes, they would see them as dark as night. His quite fancy suit, while still dark, has some tasteful hints of color- red and blue.

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ugh i hjaate deja vu. i jus am siting in myhoude unpacking a gift from a friedn trying to shake the paking peanuts outta my hair and then bam! wave of overwhelming and inconsolable grief that parilyzes me for several minutes!

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what

#feathers are you okay #ooc

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Why is it so hard to find girls with some whimsy 🙄

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hai

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Why is it so hard to find girls with some whimsy who won't disappear into the haunted woods for days at a time if you tell them we aren't ordering pizza 🙄

#gf

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gosh every time i rewatch kissy cutie im blown away by how GOOD it is!!! like the euphoria that cat girl gives me... ur right mew mew i won't give in yet...

haters will hate but it will ALWAYS be the best show 😘

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kill yourself

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kill yourself

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Hi again everyone! Hope you've been well.

Sorry for my inactivity, it's been a busy couple of days. On the bright side, I have a new cover for you all! I know it's not original this time, but I hope you enjoy anyway! Listen to it here.

#cover #my music

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Why is Walter White kinda...

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(Continued @/north-star-official)

/Harry tearfully shakes his head./ That's not happening, Sheriff! I'm not leaving you behind too! I can't let anything happen again, not after what happened to Richson... /He closes his eyes and touches the ascot by his side, grief-struck./ Don't do this.

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*The sheriff sighs*

I'm sorry, Harry. But if I don't go, all those civilians will... will...

*He clears his throat and pulls his hat over his eyes*

I have to do something. If I don't come back, tell my wife I love her.

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I DRIVE OVER BOTH OF YOU WITH A CAR, KILLING YOU AND ENDING THE THREAD FOREVER.

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Has Chara ever eaten anything questionable, like Kris with moss, or Frisk with literal garbage?

I MEAN...