"Who Are You?" The Audience Asks.

"Who are you?" The Audience asks.

Suddenly, I disappear. A small clown car pulls up onto the stage shortly after. I step out of the car, dressed in the ugliest clown clothes you've ever seen.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!" I yell in the direction of the clown car. Within a second, what seems to be a little over ten other people step out of the clown car one by one, all dressed in various forms of absurd clown attire.

"Honk," one of them says, deadpan. Another clown flips her hair gracefully. One of the clowns looks like he's about to kill everyone in the room, and another looks like he was made to be here. Upon counting, there are thirteen clowns, myself included.

The Entrance of The Gladiators begins to play, and at the crescendo of the opening, I spread my arms wide and announce, "We're a circus!"

The Audience goes wild. "Circus! Circus! Circus!" They all begin to chant in unison. I smile widely before looking over to my fellow clown comrades.

Some of them smile back, some do not. "Honk!" One says with overflowing enthusiasm.

This is who I am. Who we are. We are not merely clowns, we are the entire circus. We do not know how to drive this clown car, but as long as we don't total it, we are fine.

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I CANT FUCKING DO THIS IM WHEEZING MAN IM WHEEZING

rip gossip sea..... save me rip gossip sea... rip gossip sea save me....

IDID IT

enjoy this blinkie i made yesterday while making a shit ton of other blinkies bc this one made me giggle

plural wallpapers! ft. kenochoric's plural flag (as archived by @extranth)

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Radqueers get the fuck out of the endo tags challenge (IMPOSSIBLE!) (FAILED IMMEDIATELY!)

This is ur reminder to appreciate ur headmates. Give them a lil kiss on the forehead. Or a pat on the head. Tell them ur proud of them. They're doing their best