who I was told I look like today, by museum guests: a comprehensive list
Billie Eilish
Jane Eyre in a movie, but they didn't say which one
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William Afton Springtrap himself strolls up to you and asks "wut you got there, luv?" And you shakily hand him the tales from the Pizzaplex leaks in rage and tears. He gives them a read over.... Gives a hearty chortle and throws them into the fireplace.
"wouldn' spend too much time readin' the tabloids of a complete lunatic.... Come-on luv, let's get you a nice dinner."
....this ask is very comforting thank you
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i wish we got to now more about angela. just. more about her than just "randall girlfriend who gets upset when he goes off to the ruins", one thing which is sticking out to me is that we never learn her birth lastname or. whatever you're meant to call that. she's only angela ledore. also, god i wish her brother was more than just a guy who's mentioned to make randall go "damn sorry but i'm cool"
i dunno. evan barde got some stuff about him, he's got a name. why can't angela's brother? unless it's mentioned in other media, but i doubt that. maybe i can just make shit up for angela
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“It’s okay Five you can use my handkerchief” OHHHHH MASTER SAMUEL YAO YOU ARE NOT SLICK
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Last night I had a dream that I was married to this giant demon guy and I was having his baby and b/c of the size we had to have an emergency C-section
Except most of the dream was actually focused on the aftermath, in which I was completely fine, our son was completely fine, and my giant demon husband was desperately trying to get me some takeout b/c I mentioned being 'kinda hungry' and he felt super bad about it
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I don't do anything for halloween but I did go to a costume wedding and that was fun
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@krwioholik / continued from here
"That would be stealing. I'm just borrowing the saying from my husband."
Oil stained fingers tapped the canvas gently. Other painters, while she was studying in Oxenfurt, told her that when they painted, the rest of the world disappeared. For Lydia it was the other way around: when she painted, her eyes opened to everything.
The man's presence behind her wasn't making her uncomfortable. His tone was soothing and that kind of comfort went well with her painting-- a landscape. Her steady hand stretched, showing him the palette she was working with, as an offering.
"Pick a color. I'll add it, so I'll remember you when I see it"
She smiled at him, and the smile was filled with innocent joy and honesty.
She would have not smiled if she knew that was the same man that tried to KILL her husband.
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