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Weird when you first start paying attention to animal noises and realize they don't actually sound like the words we use

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worm that eats gravel

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reblog if you need a hug

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you ever read fanfiction so good you start experiencing penis envy. sorry is this a safe space

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we are gonna make it thru this week !!!!!

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💙 USA 💙

national suicide prevention

national domestic violence hotline

national sexual abuse hotline

trans lifeline and resources

💙INTERNATIONAL💙

list of suicide hotlines by country

domestic violence hotlines and resources by country

sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country

international trans resources

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Part 109. Sick af rn but I did another part, here y'all go.

Mentions under cut; if you wanna be tagged in this series too, let me know.

Blitz/Millie bonus (Ghostfuckers):

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE

Mentions:

@bag-of-milk69

@ashthebookworm2

@xluciferseyeshadowx

@daphne-claws

@thewryabyss

@bookwyrm-art-stuff

@deezenes

@indecisive-organism

@tigersharktheautisticseawing

@leniisreallycool

@frostwing213

@uhhhimbored

@swordofsuns

@maxilsmaster

@charbored

@chaoticace2005

@cedarrthefluffylee

@drboobpenis

@enbydemirainbowbigfoot

@toxiicle

@rosiiclouds

@starkid2464

@clueless-romantics

@violetlight

@gregre369

@miceymoose

@lifea16

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breakfast

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I just hope now that Dan knows platypuses glow under UV light, that we get to see that

Bonus:

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U can watch Star Wars so many times and it doesn’t prepare u for how dumb Star Wars is. For one thing I think we gloss over how kenobi (who has definitely been at the club. Please.) describes the mos eisley cantina as the worst most villainous place ever and then u get inside and it’s a pack of muppets vaping

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To all the trans people who see this tonight, no matter what happens, we will survive. Trans people will still be here 4 years from now and 10 years from now and 100 years from now and tomorrow. We have always existed and we always will. The world cannot unlearn about us; we are too public, too loud, too beloved, too present. Ill be here tomorrow. Please stay here with me.

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i can perform miracles but i wont cause everyone gets all weird and worshippy , okay fine just one miracle (snaps my fingers and a random dog on the street suddenly explodes like a firecracker)

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none of those words are in the voynich manuscript

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Life felt so...aimless, ever since he'd been made free from Alastor's influence. Vox knew, of course he knew, that it was a good thing that he was no longer there. But what was left for him now? His mind may be mostly intact, but what was the point?

Velvette and Valentino pressed that he wasn't ready to be back in the limelight, that his presence in the company needed time to adjust. Better, he may be, but he wasn't better enough.

It enraged him, some days. Like he was back in the Tower seven years ago and lashing out in a fit towards any unlucky intern sent in to calm him down. Not nearly so bad now, of course, but that wasn't the point!

Vox felt like nothing had really changed, just the location. His mind was still riddled with conflicted thoughts, reminded that his thoughts barely felt like his own. One hand, Alastor's threads and his rewiring of his very soul, the other a soul deal telling him what he can't do for his own good.

He hated it. Barely felt like a person anymore. His last episode had led to him mutilating his own body to ease some of those frustrations, a sliver of that reprogramming whispering that Alastor would approve. Valentino had found him before it had gotten worse. Would it have been better if he hadn't?

Now he was looked on with more confusion, frustration, and pity. From Val and Velvette both. How could they think he could run anything anymore after that?

People could tell him all the right things to hear all they wanted, but nothing would change the fact that Vox was spiraling. No purpose. Save for that stupid idea of opening up a small repair shop - like the one he had in his first couple decades in hell. But that was so tainted now, Vox didn't even know if that was really his own want to re-open such a thing, or the impulse left over for the hotel. All because of Alastor.

It did leave him here, though, with an old tv set he was fiddling with to pass the time, thoughts drifting in and out of anger and apathy. At least it kept his hands busy. Up until frustration bloomed enough that he blew out the internals from the antique as he drew his hands back with a snarl. Wasn't like he was going to use this outdated junk anyway. So much for practice, though.

Speaking of...Vox lifted his hand up to stroke idly at the casing of his early 2000s model that was now his head. He wasn't sure if he was able to move to a flatscreen yet, and the process was more difficult now than it had ever been before.

Soon, though. Maybe he'd finally be able to feel normal enough again. And everyone would finally stop looking at him like that.

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Moth too big to be thrown over TV husband’s shoulder

That’s it, that’s the post