Oct 16, 2025
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What's 9+10?
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The daughter of Dr. Isomov, Docha, is following in her father's footsteps, but has not yet reached the heights of his genius in robotic creations. Her father feels that until she "embraces self-indulgence" she will never truly shine as a creator.
i think the biggest surprise in the redacted podcast is not the paranormal plot, not eccentric yet likeable cast of characters, but the fact that eli reyes is secretly a bit, if not AS chaotic as his friend jacob kane and we wondered how they ever became friends
Case in point: season one, episode nine: Plaster Pigs, when eli PRETENDED to have unlock the car for Lucas
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Jacob: [laughing] Eli, stop fucking with him, okay? He’s excited!
Eli: [mock whine] But it’s so fun!
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Orrrr maybe im reading too much into this and reaching for kaneyes moments oof
I keep seeing these damn things everywhere (cause I’m goth/alt) and it’s pissing me off!! The moon doesn’t have a spine!!!!
do you guys think things are ever gonna get better
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Here’s a ud prompt!
What are some of your head cannons about the miners and/or the sanatorium ?
"I can't do it," Williams said, shaking his head and blinking hard like maybe, just maybe, the next time would clear the fog from the room, make the cracks in the ceiling a little easier to see, "I just can't do it. I mean...heaven's sake, how'm I supposed to meet my God and look Him in the eye knowing what I done down there?"
"You been thinking about it the wrong way, then."
And he'd been doing his best not to look at the other side of the room, blurry vision be damned, because something about Billy wasn't right (he ground his jaw in big, horsey circles when he wasn't talking; sometimes he twisted himself up in shapes not meant for a man's body; he'd taken to gnawing, ripping, choking down his bedsheets when the orderlies weren't close by to stop him, gagging on the cloth until he managed to swallow it down), but something in the other man's voice bade him to turn, lest he be caught unawares.
"The question ain't how you're gonna face your Maker, Williams," Billy drawled, cocksure even now, with his eyes clouded white and most of his teeth shattered. "The question is...how's He gonna look at us, knowing what He made us do?"