Past Your Bedtime

Past Your Bedtime

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One infected gremlin later, a corrupted security guard is regretting every decision they’ve ever made.

Hi, I’ve joined the scrap heap, I love these idiots, someone help me.

Vxpphu Qhyhu Uhdoob Hqgv

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I’m alive, somehow. Everything in my life is being held together with twine, but here we are.

My body is falling apart, I’m surrounded by death, and there are way too many white supremecists in my neighborhood for my BIPOC ass.

So, thank fuck for a good Gravity Falls rewatch. Maybe I’ll do more, I wanna.

Vote, ya knuckleheads.

[ you feel your sins crawling nothing on your back]

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This is one of the first things I ever made. It kinda started everything.

Jagannath

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“He took back his tooth,”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Our new champion. Before he killed his opponent, he took back his tooth.”

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“What’s his name?”

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“Prisoner 11240?”

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“That’s him,” … “He’s the one, isn’t he?”

“Yes, that is the one,”

“I hear he answers to Jagannath,” … “They say it means—”

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“Chee moto, mando sangui.”

“Meaning?”

“ ‘The whole thing runs on blood.’ ”

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Lockdown is gooooooood, ya’ll, jfc.

Excuse me while I prepare to cry watching an old man have an existential crisis in a sand dune in two days.

Hard Work / Hardly working?

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He’s going to steal your phone and play the Gummi Bear song on a loop.

Continued here~

Companion Sun here~

(Sometimes) It’s Sour

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Two whole gremlins.

Part 2: Here

I’m calling this verse A Little Night Music