The floor (1993) by Giorgos Rorris (b. 1963)
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The floor (1993) by Giorgos Rorris (b. 1963)

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Illustrations for an INOKverse fic I'm making ā„
Ray Toro I see your Peek-a-Boo Pooh-chan backpack and I give it to every version of you
Bonus:
Um actually scrub daddy is my comfort character and it physically and psychically hurts me to see you chop him up and eat him after freezing and cracking him up with liquid nitrogen while naked with big boobs?
dont worry abt it, you just keep reading your lines and well take care of the rest. you'll be a star.
Ill be a star
Hello, Tommy,
Yes well now you mention it I think Puffy has a point. I wouldnāt worry about it if I was you but also Iām me and bad at that so you do as you see fit haha.
Well we are doing just dandy thank you for asking. Spring in my little Snowchester, still not as warm as our old Winters. I might boil alive if I was back in LāManburg after spending this time all frosty. But adapting and surviving and what-not! it is what we do. We can measure the windspeed without the anemometer freezing and snapping now. 32 knots this morning. Woosh and all that.
Now that the life has returned to the ground Michael is collecting bugās. Very good at it. He puts them near Ranboo while heās not looking and Ranboo jumps and makes the hissing noise. You know the one. Hhsashhhashahssh.
Actually while I am thinking about it you should not have asked about Ranboo. Because you will be angry when I say all this, but I will tell you still because I am polite like that. And I think about him rather a lot.
He has been going all droopy lately, with his ears, and eyes. I think it might be the Winter doing it to him so we will see shortly what it is all about. It is nice because he makes little noises all the time and Michael likes it when he goes rumblerumblerumble and I donāt mind it either (he is nice to sit with. Warm and like a stormcloud.) but I worry about his brain. Who knows what he is feeling in there. Not me. Because when I try to ask I see his droopy eyes and I pat him, and pat him, and he goes rumblerumblerumble and then I think oh you gentle thing. And then I donāt have the heart to say it because I like patting him (donāt tell him. I have jobs to do and if he finds out I will be too far gone to complete them and he is doing all of his jobs just fine, except, droopy, and if he can then why canāt I. Thatās my question)
And sometimes he does all of his jobs and makes Michael do his nice Michael laugh and he goes to that spot in the west wing where the sun comes in and the dust is like fairies. And I say Ranboo! Oh Ranboo! I lost you! And I find him all curled on the floor in the sun and I say Ranboo. Oh Ranboo. I found you. And then I wonder if he is sad and I see his droopy eyes and so forth.
Anywho I am sorry because we are meant to be talking about you (Tommy) and not Ranboo (Ranboo). Well you are welcome over anytime Tommy and you know this damn well. But I do like these letters. I am playing a game: how much can I write before my head explodes. Probably not a whole heap (track record) but Iām having fun and itās the inside that counts or something.
Iāve been thinking about you alot. Sometimes I wish you were here to be droopy too so I could look at you and Ranboo and say. My goodness. You are all so droopy. Then Iāll know it was the Winter that did it! Well listen here Tommy. I will make you some good soups, when you feel droopy, and Iāll make you drink them from a mug. And youāll say Blasphemy Tubbo! I canāt believe it! And Iāll say shut up you are droopy stop talking. And I will smile and you will smile and weāll commit private property damage or treason.
Here are some more words for you. 1. We should all start saying bah humbug because it would be funny. 2. I miss you alot. But you know my words have not been so good lately and I know yours havenāt either. So Iām writing more letters and youāll like them I think because they have all my love. Yes I think about my droopy husband and creepycrawly son-boy but you are always there too so smile a little bit and write me a letter back.
Lots! Of! Love!Ā
Tubbo Underscore-BelovedĀ
My houseĀ
We donāt have a postcode

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Where's that tweet about how American chants are "let's go [team name] and some other country (Irish?) fans are "I've made up a song about the other team's drinking problem to the tune of London Bridge Is Falling Down one two three"?
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me when i FUCKING get you *image of two mourning doves cuddling*

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