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nooo dw i don't mind being single all my life!! my self worth doesn't rely on that!! sometimes i see teen romance and it makes me so lonely i feel physically ill (i missed it! i don't think i'll every catch it now!)

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the subway is an angel and they've plastered ads all over her

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need tango to release the decked out soundtrack so i too can feel the ominous call of the burning dark as i experience my own personal dungeon (trying to find snacks whilst stoned)

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i NEED the hermits to give each other a guided tour of their s9 bases. call me easy to please but truly nothing better than watching a bunch of people oooh and ahhh at the details and LOVE they have all poured into these insane constructions. season 9 is so huge and there is so much going on!!!! i love it!!!

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grian: wait, i have an idea. mumbo, guess what my task is. mumbo: uhm- defeat the wither with etho. SYNCHRONIZED LOOK AT EACH OTHER

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decked out is obviously incredible but i'm not seeing enough credit for tango's naming skills.... eerie silence? reckless charge? the black mines? THE BURNING DARK? so jealous of this man's skill, knowledge, creativity. he's crazy. he's nuts.

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what song is stuck in your head currently

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babe wake up etho decked out episode

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fine. fine. fine. here it is. DON’T watch this

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@x-ca1iber this is for you

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[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

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This shit is too dope

Dont watch lord of the rings high off your tits. This shit will blow your mind away. God look at those little guys go

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Tie guys, guys in ties, guys in T.I.E.S.

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hey is this accurate

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cleo, and time running out

Cleo knows she hasn’t got long left.

At the beginning, wide eyed and shivering with nerves, death had seemed so far away, so trivial. Even with the threat of betrayal, even with the constant ticking of of the clocks etched in their skin, death had seemed more like a dream than something to fear. A passing whisper, a joke to laugh at, a memory yet to come.

But then - their friends’ time had started to run out.

Etho had so many theories, none of them  serious, about what would happen in the end. Crumbling to dust, shattering like glass, letting go like a sigh in the wind. Grian hadn’t spoken up, just watched with that eerie glint in his eyes and a smile that knew too much.

So no, Cleo hadn’t concerned themself with how, why and when the end would come. Had bandaged her hands, so she couldn’t see the clock tick-tick-ticking, and laughed with her friends to make the looming inevitability seem - brighter.

Now Scar was gone.

He hadn’t been the first to go, by any means. Jimmy had been first, and shockingly to many of them, Scott had followed not long after. Cleo hadn’t even realised. There was no dramatic goodbye, no glorious showdown. Just a place where a person had been, moments before. Jimmy blinked out of existence in front of Cleo’s eyes, and she didn’t even notice until hours later.

They had all felt the tensions rising, then. Was this what would happen to all of them? It wasn’t like a normal death, with normal friends, in a normal world. There was no grieving to be done - with that blink, it was as though they had been wiped from existence entirely.

Cleo screwed their eyes shut, and desperately tried to remember Scar’s face. Scar, and his terrifying overconfidence. Scar, and the way the earth seemed to bend around him. Scar, and the tiny cats that followed wherever he went. No, dogs. It was dogs that followed him. Maybe dogs and cats.

What should Cleo do, before the timer ran out? They still hadn’t unwrapped the bandages, she didn’t really want to be staring at her clock instead of saying goodbye.

Since Scar had been gone, it really was just Cleo on her own. Feeling like parts of her were missing. Feeling like their teeth had been knocked clean out of their skull. Feeling - quiet.

Knowing it was only a matter of time. Knowing they had forgotten something, and soon she would be forgotten too.

(inspired by this twitter post https://twitter.com/isjaszzz/status/1632055938977787905?s=20 )

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Would appreciate reblogs to reach a wider sample size!