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[tired-but-willing]

Tiny Quantum Entanglement update for those who follow me for it: I promise chapter two is coming!! It's just taking a while because I've discovered I'm incapable of writing one paragraph without going back and rewriting it like 85 times.

[whatsfourteenupto]

Fourteen’s replacing the screen on Donna’s phone for like the fifth time right now. They’re the family’s own private iFix guy, and lord is he insufferable about it

[silly-feeling]

Thinkin' about Pernod, my childhood beloved

(The little guy, the big guy is the brawn to his "brains")

Like he was already my taste (Cute skinny dapper anime boy who is a little bit weird lookin and comically pompous and full of himself) but this is how he is defeated:

That's the last we see of him. Doomed to be tickled forever hell yeah

[tartagliove]

OH! I think it would be fun to do this again c: who do you think I'll fall for in Amphoreus? explanations/thoughts are more than welcome!

[neoasari]

for no particular reason other than i like imas and yugioh, i wanted miki and zwijo to meet...

i like that miki has a normal blonde hair, but it's not her real hair color (it's dyed) and zwijo has a totally abnormal blonde hair but it's actually his real hair color

miki getting fashion ideas from aliens

[merioux]

dear pet rock

[idreamofneonsheep]

I don't have a new drawing I'm proud of to share so have a Big Image of my pfp lol

[sufficientlylargen]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but

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[stariez-artz]

You know what I’ve noticed lately?

There are so many amazing fandoms that gave ZERO t-word content at all.

We all need to fix that.

Absolutely! However, some fandoms do take time to get big enough for tickle content to sprout…

the artist at 4am:

uhh..

I can explain.

[mxdotpng]

time for eden posting. nope, not that one. not that one either. yes, the other one. the final fantasied one. the one that split his soul into halves and then survived the sundering because he got locked in a box. and then the box got eaten by a space whale. that eden

[diredeliverance]

Really love how pathetic Gortash's boss fight is tbh. Like damn the guy really is nothing but shadows on the wall propping himself up to look big. All the terror was in the way he warped the world around him, and now that you've stripped that away, there's hardly anything left. And looking at the notes around too- you can see so clearly how he relies on watching others to build his plans and is already preparing to bury their contributions in the myth of his own genius. It's not like he isn't smart or capable or he achieved nothing himself, I just can't get over what a small, small man he is in the end when you see his fingerprints everywhere in the city.

[thatonesmartkidfromschool]

I like how I didn't even like Drayton that much at first but just. One day. Randomly. I realized "oh shit actually he's just like me fr" and I've been so obsessed ever since like HE'S ACTUALLY ME. ACTUALLY. FJSJDJWJDK

[m3llowm1sh]

guys holy shit i predicted melodie................

[ofieloafi]

Been playing warframe again lately and I find it baffling that the recent updates that have brought us human versions of warframes have most of them be soldiers from the in universe version of the imperial core. Like it's pretty fucking disgusting to hear characters from the equivalent of the US joke about planning and executing coups, when everything about them is designed to prime you to find them attractive and appealing and the story has you befriend them.

like in one of the dialogues we get to hear about a characters ex husband (dead) and the thing is positioned like the people in the middle east equivalent are dumb savages that don't understand that the heroic british soldiers are trying to help

also kinda weird that two of the three romanceable women have background involving relationships with men (though one of them is textually bi and has dialogue about crushing on a girl), while none of the men (to my knowledge) have anything gay going on unless the player starts that.

Like even if we ignore that it's just kind of boring to have full on soldiers transformed into killing machines and to have those as the only touchpoint to people in the past. Like it's far more tragic to have people who haven't dedicated their lives to killing be transformed into essentially weapons. Which they are doing in the new update, sure, but time will tell how much.

And I'm not saying they should be all admirable and shit and finding bad people appealing is bad but like if the story is trying to be in depth about war as it seems, it fails to do so when the biggest depth it reaches is saying that war is bad but soldiers are good while then making the soldiers super sexy and quirky action heroes.

Regardless the update has been fun and well written but just has a lot that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Dont buy the computer Acer brand just because it is called Acer dont buy the computer Acer brand just because it is called Acer dont buy the computer Acer brand just because it is called Acer don-

[caterpillarinacave]

You gather your nerves a moment, which is fair, strange doors have not been so innocuous for you as of late, then creep up to the establishment and push open the door, it gives easily and quietly you slip in, behind the door is small hallway with thick curtains you brush aside, you're looking at a small illuminated room that you would guess is the entrance to the museum, but there's no one manning the front, you call out and knock on the desk yet no answer, you've already come this far so you go further in.

At first it's just pictures on the walls in moderately open spaced windowless rooms, the pictures themselves are interesting, supposed creatures sighted, this places versions of UFO's and Bigfoot's, but also nothing you haven't flipped past in the books you've been searching, the next room is the same and you're beginning to feel the weight of your trespassing misconduct the longer you linger, the museum seems to be set up in a circle so if you keep going forward you should end up back at the front so you move on, the next room has a large curtained off display that takes up most of the back wall, your curiosity piqued you move to pull aside the curtain, the fabric is soft and slides beneath your fingers, you raise it just enough to see a picture on the wall of a strange landscape, short blue and grey plants and a dusty pink sky, in the picture is a smiling man holding a book and looking passed the camera, on his jacket dangles a white key...

"May I ask for an explanation?! Our door is closed for the night hours."

You drop the curtain and turn to find an older gentleman looking at you from across the room, he seems irritated and mildly alarmed, you hurriedly apologize and explain the door was open and rush to ask about the display behind the curtain, he is not impressed with your questions and asks that you leave, realizing your unfortunate situation you acquiesce and ask for the hours you can visit instead, he gives you a time and pointedly tells you the cost of the entrance fee as well, you head back to your friends place, your heart in your throat, this is the closest you've been to figuring out what to do next in almost a week, the itchy paranoia of last worlds government catching you shadowing your every move.

You reach your friends place, they're still out probably picking up dinner, you are still caught off guard at times by how similar this place is to your world, sure their versions of things are a little odd, the tv is circular, doorframes rounded out, other little oddities, it's all so similar though you may as well just be in another country maybe, with a strange accent.

You decide to take this moment to add to your journal and look over your things, while you did a quick inventory check when you first got here you haven't checked the items themselves until now.

Your walkie crackles when you flip it on, same as ever.

Your phone remains serviceless but fills its charge when you turn it on and off. Interestingly you notice it trying to pick up a wifi signal and when you check there seem to be a couple networks nearby, locked though.

The funnel still amplifies the noises around you and you hear the neighbors discussing something on the tv next door as clearly as if they were speaking to you. When you look through the funnel you don't notice anything. You hold it back up to your ear listening to all the different things around you and pull out the spinning top, as soon as the top hits the table the noise disappears, confused you look at the funnel and then listen again, but no noise, the top falls over and the noise returns. Strange.

The berries taste fresh and make you feel better, but you are running low even though you resupplied a bit before leaving.

The dog tags seem unchanged and your key and whistle seem the same as ever.

When your friend gets back you ask about the wifi, they call it something else, but once you parse it out they help you set it up. Your phone can now access their version of the internet so your friend shows you a program to message them just in case. They also give you a device to keep in your pocket that connects you to the wifi wherever you go, so you can contact them while you're out and about. You tell them about the museum you saw earlier, how you think it may be a lead, and the old man running the place. They seem excited for you and make plans to join you tomorrow to go see it.

You go to bed that night thinking of your plans for the morning and turn over the strange dreams or images you remember from when you passed through the door. You slip off into an uneasy sleep, gold threads weave from dream to dream until you stand before an open doorway of light, something about this doorway is wrong though, you can feel it, you reach out to touch, the crackles of energy electrifying the air...someone reaches out and stops you, you can't see their face but you hear them as if through water. You can almost make out the words...you know they're speaking to you, you just can't hear it well enough.

You turn to them, but you still can't see anything but their lips, it looks like their telling you to stop...to go...you can't make it out.

"...op...ea...G...ome!"

With that last echoing and indecipherable shout you awaken to the dark room, the walkie crackling from where you left it.

"S....l....o...h..." You fumble with it a second but the sounds die out no longer sounding like anything but static again. You don't end up sleeping much after that.

The next day you both head out to go to the museum. You take a minor detour to check the Door, but when you get close you see the alley has been blocked off, you notice some people from the last dimension around, their odd features sticking out to you but hidden away to fit in with the locals.

You cross the street with your friend and try to stay inconspicuous. Probably best stay away from here going forward.

You guys make it to the museum and head inside where the old man from last night mans the desk, your friend pays for the tickets and he hands them to you along with a pamphlet.

You don't bother looking at all the things you saw last night, your friend follows though obviously intrigued by the pictures. You reach the curtained wall and pull back the fabric, but find there's nothing there, dusty spots frames may have hung and empty tables where things had obviously been displayed are all that's left.

In shock you stand confused, your friend catches up and looks behind the curtain curious, you explain it's all gone, they seem befuddled as well. Obviously the content behind the curtain has been moved but it can't be far right? Maybe it's just in the back. Either way, it feels like someone is hiding something from you. You notice a door leading to the back that's for employee's.

Do you go through the door?

yes