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EthosLab

mcc appears to be some kind of synonym for suffering?

the thing is shipping fictional characters isnt even that fun because the author can just make them do whatever they want . with rpf its like. these people have a system of internal logic that caused them to actually behave that way. in real life. let's unpack that

every vod on earth should be archived forever for my personal happiness. #Build1TrillionDataCentresForThis

etho finding a stray cat living in a shed he has to pull down and deciding to bring it back to his house for the night because it's not really fair to destroy the shed and just leave it, feeding it cold cuts that were going to go in his sandwich tomorrow, filling a box with blankets for it to sleep in for the night. claudine - so named for the way she swiped him with her razors before he nailed her with a scruff - blinks at him with her big green eyes and purrs any time he touches her softly. she'll be a nuisance, for sure. he gets flea treatment and cans of tuna next time he drives into town anyway. claudine's favourite hobbies are getting under his feet, standing on every available surface in the house, and watching the snow when it starts to fall in october. she sits on his computer to keep her paws warm and never meows when he's recording or on a stream, but loves to make herself a problem during late night shit-shooting discord calls. is that meowing? um, no? it's meowing! you got a cat? not by choice. claudine soft in his lap or whiskers in his face or hair in his laundry. like a night terror, she naps on top of his chest, in bed. like a night terror, he sometimes jerks awake from her proximity, unused to another shape, another warm body, curling up with him while he sleeps

etho finding a stray cat living in a shed he has to pull down and deciding to bring it back to his house for the night because it's not really fair to destroy the shed and just leave it, feeding it cold cuts that were going to go in his sandwich tomorrow, filling a box with blankets for it to sleep in for the night. claudine - so named for the way she swiped him with her razors before he nailed her with a scruff - blinks at him with her big green eyes and purrs any time he touches her softly. she'll be a nuisance, for sure. he gets flea treatment and cans of tuna next time he drives into town anyway. claudine's favourite hobbies are getting under his feet, standing on every available surface in the house, and watching the snow when it starts to fall in october. she sits on his computer to keep her paws warm and never meows when he's recording or on a stream, but loves to make herself a problem during late night shit-shooting discord calls. is that meowing? um, no? it's meowing! you got a cat? not by choice. claudine soft in his lap or whiskers in his face or hair in his laundry. like a night terror, she naps on top of his chest, in bed. like a night terror, he sometimes jerks awake from her proximity, unused to another shape, another warm body, curling up with him while he sleeps

etho finding a stray cat living in a shed he has to pull down and deciding to bring it back to his house for the night because it's not really fair to destroy the shed and just leave it, feeding it cold cuts that were going to go in his sandwich tomorrow, filling a box with blankets for it to sleep in for the night. claudine - so named for the way she swiped him with her razors before he nailed her with a scruff - blinks at him with her big green eyes and purrs any time he touches her softly. she'll be a nuisance, for sure. he gets flea treatment and cans of tuna next time he drives into town anyway. claudine's favourite hobbies are getting under his feet, standing on every available surface in the house, and watching the snow when it starts to fall in october. she sits on his computer to keep her paws warm and never meows when he's recording or on a stream, but loves to make herself a problem during late night shit-shooting discord calls. is that meowing? um, no? it's meowing! you got a cat? not by choice. claudine soft in his lap or whiskers in his face or hair in his laundry. like a night terror, she naps on top of his chest, in bed. like a night terror, he sometimes jerks awake from her proximity, unused to another shape, another warm body, curling up with him while he sleeps