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if anyone wants an expierience kinda like reading 17776 for the first time, but its ao3, and a facinating. facinating useage of medium kinda like idk hosue of leaves? read this fic. lifechanging stuff here. its an original work i guess but its. read it. be on desktop it takes like 10 minutes

link here

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I feel more connected to the void of space than any gender bth

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You Fool! You thought I was done with the tests, but behold, for I am not yet finished! This is a test with three colored pigment pastes carefully inserted into the dice, I think they turned out pretty good. What do you think?

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I know I’ve talked about it before but it never ceases to amaze me that the city of Toronto created this labyrinthine series of underground walkways that stretch for kilometres under the heart of downtown and they called it the fucking PATH. like how much more ominous could that even be. It doesn’t even stand for anything it’s just the PATH, all caps. What fucking fae named this artisanal bakery maze.

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Crash

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So cool to see the growth!

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Yosuke Amemiya

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND (2010)

Costume Designer Colleen Atwood

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Ask me my "TOP 5/TOP 10" anything!

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Sometimes on the subway we time travel.

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*Grey has been laying face down in the middle of it's hallways for what could of been a week or what could of been a few hours. Time didn't work right here in the best of times. This was not the best of times. Grey had been crying for an indeterminate amount of time and the lines of tears were seen as colour-scratched glitches.

This has been playing as the corridors strobe lights flash in colours not found in reality the whole time. But finally Grey sits up. It sits with it's back against the wall and thinks. It wipes it's glitches and puts on a funky little outfit and makes a plan. Then it sits in a spinning teacup while it writes a letter. Now is not the time to mope. Now is the time to act. For the first time in a while it smiles*

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Jon’s balanced breakfast include

A bowl of trauma

A glass of ptsd

A slice of manipulation

And an apple, because an apple a day keeps the unfathomable eldritch horrors and beings away

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rb to give one of these to the person you reblogged it from