The Doctor will see you shortly...

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Let me put literally every fandom/tumblr in line right now.

The internet will NEVER cater to you.

Sit there and fucking behave yourself.

You have x disability? Oh but your x headcanon was insulted? And let’s not forget, you’re also triggered by x, y, z , 1, 2, AND 3??

Fantastic.

Let’s all make sure we waste a good hour of our lives tagging literally every POSSIBLE trigger someone could have.

The world is cold and insensitive. 

I’m sorry to break your heart. 

The only way it becomes bearable is when you grow enough of a fucking backbone to stop expecting shit out of people and being a bitter prick.

Telling absolute strangers to bend to your will is fucking savage. Meeting a friend and telling them what bothers you? Go right the fuck ahead.

The world will not stop for you and make sure you’re okay.

It’s the saddest truth.

But you have people who will. Your friends/followers 

And that’s all you need.

There is no reason for you to do anything beyond that.

Don’t kill, and don’t be killed.

Lit: Don’t hurt others, and don’t be hurt by others.

You know how to deal with adversity properly. 

Don’t? Message me. Direct your hate at me. I am a fucking tank.

Move along.

Thank you all for voting on the poll for who Sans should be this Winter for Christmas…

And, well…Elsa won by a mile so uh…

There you go~!

As if… They gave up on trying to be scary, then, they turned to a solid white color.

* ah it was worth a shot

A deep, guttural voice said, which… Would sound rather familiar to the human, perhaps too familiar. A single, rubber-gloved hand left the small opening and waved at the human.

* hey, kiddo, come over here and help me out since you aren’t gonna run, i think i got this thing stuck with all that racket, i’m having a pretty bad time.

It was, actually, unmistakably, the voice of Sans the Skeleton! Well, he sure sounded a bit more higher-pitched than usual, which gave him a more… Normal sounding voice than the usual tone he would speak in, at least that’s what Frisk would have experienced.

“Snowdin? I have no idea what you’re talkin’ about kid.” he mumbled as he got himself out, his Lab-coat covered in grey stains that looked like dust, hell, even his face wasn’t left clean “Ugh... What year is it? This doesn’t look like the Underground I remember...” he asked, then mumbled the second sentence out as he straightened himself out, his back giving off a few cracks.