fleecefoxes:

you wake up one morning to find that your entire family is now voiced by vic mignogna

“His voice if warm and husky like dark melted chocolate fudge caramel… or something.”

rhayfalkcross:

Inspired by skype chats with the gang and Death Cab For Cutie.

You look in the mirror and there’s no denying it, you’re getting older. Hair’s going grey, the laugh lines are becoming deeper; you just look tired.  Dave says he doesn’t notice, doesn’t care, but how could he not? Your skin hangs on your body like an ill-fitting suit, your muscle refuses to hold the same tone and you have to work harder and harder to keep up with your brother turned lover. You’re holding him back.

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whoops! you know how to catch a gal RIGHT IN THE GODDAMN GUT.

macabrekawaii:

malchior:

chaosxthemailman:

unversed-remnant:

carry-on-my-wayward-vagabond:

lairofthewanderinggodhead:

gamzeemakarabutt:

omfg ye2 ok iill do iit

I Am In Full Support Of This Suggestion

ii am planniing two take part iin this two

S)(ore!

Alright I’m Ready To Type Like A Fucking Youtube User All Day

This sounds gr8 ::::)

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D —> The suggestion itself is 100dicrous

rhayfalkcross:

You’d hated him on first sight; a visceral, immediate reaction born out of a deep-seated sense of guilt and inadequacy. The moment he’d come through that Void in a Dream Bubble, right after Drunk-Rose, the John/Jade Lovechild, and Betty Crocker, wearing that stupid pink outfit and those mockingly familiar shades, you’d knew who he was.  And more importantly, who he wasn’t.

            He’d looked at you with an impassive expression that rivaled your own. You spoke at the same time, asking the same question, with the same sense of wary hope that disgusted you, even at the time. “Bro?”

            That was all you needed to hear. This imposter wasn’t who you needed him to be, just a slightly distorted mirror image that served only to remind you of your own failure and loss. Your expression grew hard then, jaw tightening in anger, and when you spoke next it was with a careful disdain. Unfortunately, he seemed to have mastered the tone as well, because two voices spoke the same words:  “You’re not my brother.”

  

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