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what do you mean they're finding GIRLFRIENDS??? JUST DATE EACH OTHER

idiot sold his soul lolll

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watching a grown man rap about digital plastic ducks is my favorite pastime

FRANÇOIS CEVERT, 1972

Made mouthfools refs in the year of our lord and savior, 2024 . here we go ( - background versions under cut )

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Taurtis' skin looks like it has curls. The man has curls.

Now this is up for debate, just not with me go argue with the wall.

ooughg random little snippet from the lethal company poly au be upon ye

“I hate these fucking beds,” CJ said.

Smallant rolled onto his back to glare lightheartedly at the bottom of the bunk above him. “It’s the middle of the night, dude. Just go back to sleep.”

“We’re getting an early start on the next moon tomorrow,” Failboat reminded them, his voice floating up from the bunk below. “We’ll need all the rest we can get if we want to meet quota with the next haul.”

“We always get an early start, though!” The bunks swayed as CJ swung his head and shoulders over the edge of his bed. Della grumbled above him; he didn’t pay her any mind. “And we never get any sleep because the mattresses are, like, an inch thick, not to mention that there’s only three of them so we can’t even actually sleep on an actual mattress every night—”

“Hey, you can’t complain,” Della shot back, “You’re not the one on the board tonight.”

“And I’m saying none of us should be on the board!” CJ huffed out a sigh and threw himself back into his bed. The bunks swayed again, hitting the wall.

“That’s just how the company is, man,” Failboat sighed. “I wish it was better, too, but there’s not much you can do about it.”

“Well, the company sucks ass.”

The others chuckled and smiled. “Amen to that,” Della said. There was a beat.

“It’s just…” CJ started again, softer now. He sighed. “It’s lonely. You know? There’s no fucking room in these bunks. I want to cuddle with my girlfriend for once. And you guys, too.”

“Aww,” Smallant chuckled. “We’re your girlfriends, CJ?”

A heavy pause. Then, gently, CJ’s voice wafted into the ship once more. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”

Smallant looked more intensely at the bunk above him, at where he knew CJ’s head would be. He could feel a warm sort of comfort start to flood his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at the words.

“We could always pull the mattresses out,” Failbot said at length. “Put ‘em all together on the floor, sleep in one huge pile. If you guys are interested.”

“I’m interested,” CJ said immediately.

“Would they all even fit?” Smallant asked.

CJ was already hopping down from his bunk. “Only one way to find out!”

The mattresses did all fit, in the end — albeit with the help of a furniture overhaul (read: they shoved all the cabinets and scrap metal into one corner). There was barely enough room for all four of them, but once they got close and got comfortable in a tangle of limbs, it was the best night of sleep any of them had had in a long while. As they floated through the cold void of space, they held each other, warm and happy and together, ready to face another day.

God please help I have no clue how to travel through tumblr and there are a lot of things so could someone please explain the grian timeline for real quick?

Yes, I know I'm a day late but hermitcraft 8 dropped and all I will say is this

OH NO.