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@microchive thank you for this beautiful reblog!

post RIGBY world looks like that…

a couple more sketches👀

well, since we are talking about this ... easter eggs 🤝

HEY so i dunno if anyone has put this together before, but i have a hypothesis: in Tributeklok the band leaves to go “back to their roots” and they end up in this city, specifically at this apartment for a party. the apartment exterior is literally the same exterior shot used in Dethkamp when it flashes back to Dethklok’s shared apartment. and even the interior is the same!

and then there’s this extra from season 3 where Facebones is talking about locations in the show. he says “Arizona” and then that apartment shot is shown!

so like…did Dethklok get their start in Arizona? in Tributeklok, did Dethklok then return to Arizona and end up magically back at their old apartment (except now it’s obviously been repainted and stuff)?? was this all done on purpose or just a background being reused? we’ll probably never know but i can dream

some jokes about 'Silicon Valley', which I've been watching for the 17th time in a row

I love them😩😩😩🥹

just a chickles doodle i wasn't jazzed about until i erased charles' face and tried again haha

Hey! this is my illustration for fanfic @lampmeeting ‘In Rooms Unfamiliar’

I VERY STRONGLY love this AU! This fic is so amazing and canonical, I delighted (Charlie is virgo, omg……😭❤️) Thanks Murphy, it made me start painting again!

in general, I really love this and I look forward to continuing the fic. hanks for reading my post, it's important to me🥰

I will find the strength within me to live without you, create a new, meaningful purpose, and leave everything in the past. I will be “cool” for someone else. And I know for sure that we will accidentally meet at the central jamrock on a warm summer morning in seventy-three, in the last year of the existence of Revachol. I don’t know what day or what time, but you will be with your husband and your grown daughter, while I will be tired after a night shift, yet absolutely sober and happy in my own way. I will smile at you, and you probably won’t recognize me. Or you’ll pretend not to.

Once, I prayed for that meeting, and if it had happened sooner, I would have certainly warned you about many things, tried to apologize for a lot, begged you to come back to me, and told you how terrible my years of loneliness were. But now, I am just happy for you. And for myself.

On that summer morning in seventy-three, Main Street will give the pale yet another *just a memory* of one person about another.

“ TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD - FOR NEW PEOPLE. IT IS TOO LATE FOR US. ”

some random sketches