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Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

Good, another reason to stay indoors and be at tumblr

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if tumblr was ever deleted do you think all these people would go back to normal? like return to their original gender instead of pretending to be a spacegender, polysexual, unicorn kin.

I got Riamar that's not pretty bad

Pardner

A month ago I had a user called Neonjude get mad at some of my headcanons and thus ‘Don’t Tumblrize Elder Scrolls with your bullshit’ was born. He deactivated shortly after and someone got his url, turning his blog into Woody. I didn’t think much of it until I got a notification on a Jude post from @nucleic-asshole saying Yerma favrit deputee. I investigated and discovered this:

So they got a few urls, but then I looked more:

These are all blogs they took after the original dick deactivated. I applaud you Woody. I think theres only one thing I can do.

I’m promoting you to Sheriff, yeeeehaw pardner

When you watch too many gravity falls episodes

In case you missed this iconic moment…

That was absolutely amazing

Our Pet Monster

TW: Mentions of Pedophilia

When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a conspiracy among the kids there.

I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.

And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.

I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in, the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but the twins were ecstatic to meet me.

Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in and they needed equal teams to play their games with.

There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.

But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of them shared.

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