#but as ive gone on existing

[unregisteredhypercam1]

The universe is within you, but it is not a part of you

[should-david-be-there]

david tennant with south london's greatest dirtbag boyband @bearsintreesofficial??? sounds like a place he should be

(also listen to their new song 'hot chocolate' when it comes out on Thursday :])

[poisonouspastels]

Do you guys ever think about Rana? How she was only in Minecraft for about a month, and still to this day is remembered fondly in the hearts of many. How one of the very first documented fanarts for the game featured her and (Indev) Steve together. How she is such an integral part of the history of the game, and yet is still seldomly known. How she's been so wiped away by official sources, the only way we still remember her existence is through internet archival and word of mouth. How she was the frog mob in Minecraft many, many years before frogs were truly implemented. That she carried apples and roses with her, back when roses sprouted one by one out of the ground. That you would have to slay her to even know such a thing. There was once a brief point in time where we could play with her character model. She did not move the way she was supposed to, as her animations never properly displayed, but she moved anyway. She had maxed out stats that meant nothing and could not properly equip anything, but that was okay. We loved her anyway. Do you think if Steve could talk, he would tell us about his first friend in green? Of the very short lived adventures they had together in a newly forming world? Do you think he would even remember after all this time, the same way many of us don't? Do you think she remembers the short time we could play together? Do you think she remembers us too?

[jichanxo]

blood inheritance

[sualne]

thinking about kingmaker and my beloved sycamore again 😔

[shig4dabi]

sskk Yuri on Ice AU ⛸️ !!

[ver w/o words/etc under the cut]

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[soni-dragon]

raven came back and i just absolutely sobbed cause ITS ALL BACK TO THE START BUT HAS CHANGED SO MUCH GAHHH

[skunkes]

if life is categorized by Before Loss and After Loss then I exist in the before but with a countdown to the after. and the countdown is always always present and debilitating. the loss will be debilitating too but i cant help myself. i will always suffer twice.

[sendmyresignation]

only reason to use twitter anymore is to check in on whatever bullshit the woman from liturgy is saying now. my nepo baby train wreck adversary.

[boyswanna-be-her]

Turning this corner & winning against the depresh again 💅

[gifti3]

Phenix is just endlessly nutting while set on the homescreen

His situation sounds like a curse to me, but he seems to be enjoying himself! But can u imagine living like that....endlessly feeling that much ecstasy nonstop

Does he get the urge to eat (FOOD)? I mean he has to. Hes burning up so much energy

Is sleeping hard for him? Thats the perfect time for ur mind to wander so i feel like hed struggle with quieting his imagination

hed probably have to listen to podcasts to fall asleep or maybe he just nuts so much that eventually he passes the hell out

[sophios-draws]

untitled fic

rattmann pov. set in my au in which he goes into cryosleep after p1 and is woken up by glados post-p2

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After what must have been several days of constant, laborious testing, it ends. Upon completing the last chamber the doors open to reveal a hallway, instead of the usual elevator. I heft the portal gun in my sore arms and step into the hall. I don’t contemplate whether this is a good choice. She would not leave room for choice. I jump at the sound of a wall sealing off the entrance behind me. The hallway is short and closed on both ends, like a shipping container. And like a shipping container, I feel it rise and spin in transit. I brace myself against the wall. Then it stops. One end of the container-hallway swings inward to reveal a room. I stumble blindly towards it. A slight misalignment in the floor between the hall and the room causes me to trip and fall. The portal gun clatters on polished linoleum.  “Don’t drop that. The Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device is difficult and expensive to repair. And we’ve been running short on technicians.” Of course. Her. I look up to see two glowing yellow eyes searing into mine. She is standing next to Chell, who is also staring at me, but with a much softer gaze. I scramble back onto my feet and assess my surroundings. The room appears to be an office turned into a makeshift dining room, with a cluster of pushed-together desks surrounded by chairs.  And then it’s my turn to stare. Because on the table, there is a cake. My first thought is that it is poisoned. That idea is promptly rejected, seeing Chell has already helped herself to a slice, frosting smeared across her lip. It is a priority of Hers to keep Chell alive and well.(Was that not my priority, too?) “This cake wasn’t supposed to be for you; it was her idea to bring you here. So go on, steal the fruits of my labor. Which you don’t deserve.” Chell glances at me apologetically and motions to a chair. I place the portal gun on the table and all-but collapse in my seat. With the adrenal vapors wearing off, I can feel my appetite returning.  I’m so, so hungry. Chell tentatively hands me a slice on a paper plate. I cannot resist. Using my grimy hands, I scarf down the cake without a word. Perhaps it is just my extreme hunger, but the cake tastes heavenly. The layers are soft and spongy, the frosting not too sweet, and the cherry filling can only be described as perfect. My eyes well up with tears. I hastily blink them away, but a few manage to escape down my cheeks. I expect Her to throw some rude remark at me, but She just continues to watch in silence. My animalistic hunger is momentarily mollified enough for my thoughts to return to Her.  It is a ridiculous idea that She would have any interest in a human activity such as baking (especially without the ability to eat). We programmed the Intelligence Core to recite a cake recipe for this reason. It was useless information to Her. Yet here I am, gorging myself on a real cake that (supposedly) She Herself made.  For Chell. Just for Chell.

[angellurgy2]

^_^

[cassyapper]

i can be so normal and then i remember that even dna frays and even mountains become valleys and even black holes and suns shrink at a certain point and even oceans close

[florbelles]

—𝔩𝔞 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔢. 𝔟𝔞𝔩𝔡𝔲𝔯'𝔰 𝔤𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦.

𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑼𝑫𝑬, 𝟏𝟒𝟖𝟐. ❦ 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑼𝑺? 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.