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a bouncing ball . . . a pixel . . stressed. unstressed. follow this code. . the path of least resistance. . now resistist that path. . now find it again . . . William burroughs . . queerdom . . a place to hide. . . . feeling like that pixel . . bullet holes .. . . we know you're back . . language. . . a type of mask .'. a type of code between two people. that third person . the triangle . . the discharged electron . . keeping things going . . not being a bad thing . . perspective being weird. . . we're not living in a black hole, it out there . . water isnt a metal. It just looks like it. you're not swimming in metal. and no, you don't love that.
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floating
boayant.
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surving something at one point.
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concection
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convection.
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oops
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this glass full of water is bending in on itself.
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how can that be?
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liquid measuring cup.
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analog. tech
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that swivel on the end of a tape measure
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the whole world.
that swivel
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that pixel of choice
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yoga
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fiding balance
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.finding that people want to make you unbalanced
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on purpose
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like them
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a narcissist
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controlling balance
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you may as well be positive since positive is what we want
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doesn't mean positive
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lets rid that
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electron
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defying god
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god, being out assumptions.
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pulling head out
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seeing the pixel with our head removed from the anus
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the eyptian pyramid
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a distruption of mass
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your welcome.
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sarcastic meaning.
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hope you like being indoors
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sky people
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new light
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we tilted the orbit
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we control time.
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this is how much you get
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this is your mass
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coaagulating around mountains of masss
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from when we came. our ass.
liquid.
magma
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water meaning liquid in greek
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liquid.
Including molten.
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this liquid liquid thing.
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just like we said.
but with fewer words
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philopphy verbos. but more complete.
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a reduction
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hamburgers. primal.
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not a reduction
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not a recipe.
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finding order through chaos.
It was already done once.
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And they remembered to record it.
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why aren't we using certain tech
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people dying
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knocking on doors.
the pixel
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a doorknob.
a door.
knocking. the impetus.
the responsse.
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not needed
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no response
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not .
peroid. not peroid.
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existence never requiring help,.
In the begining
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before spelling
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there wasn't disorder.
order just happened sometimes.
maybe it always does and we are living in that
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that chance of chance and multiple choice.
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to make the chance to take the chance that someone else is learning this for me.
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someone else.
donig the farming.
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for me
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pixel
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this barbie
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my toy
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touch it
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Its mine
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cars move too fast.
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scaring horses.
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words move too slowing.
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scaring nature
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slowing down too much to understand
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deeper meaning
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ocean
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Its to flow
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water is everywhere
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volume is control
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controlling this pixel
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the moon.
delyaed d
Intentinoall
mispelling
Important
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how to mark something in portland.
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how do I highlight highlighter.
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I'm overlapping with you to see how we affect each other.
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maybe i'm like water.
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or oil
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heavier water
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affecting orbit by moving things
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a fuckup we fucked up before we were born.
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a fuckup that lead to profit.
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adaption.
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memecoin.
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at least we have death
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at least theres a hypothetical end.
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ends never really being found.
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boundaries in matter dont matter.
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blurry. without pixel
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without
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black hole
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sending it out
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a hat.
mario
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why are you teaching this to us
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better games?
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enjoying this area.
don't want to attract certain types
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understwanding story.
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japanese history.
manga
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art
2D
facing choices on an island much longer than we have.
not knowing the difference between NE Japanese culture
not knowing SW japanese culture
wanting to spell that right
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to be heard.
for not making a mistake.
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there is a point.
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I guess its not very loud.
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I like whispering
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I like holding people
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feeling feelings.
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pixels together.
better.
3d matrix of humans
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closer
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less space
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more understanding
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logic
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or something.
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yoga.
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breathing
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my audience can handle space sometimes. I actually have different writing styles not that I think about it. I don't really want to get put into a box. A defined righting style.
Overly thinking but not overly thinking.
sometimes I write faster when I have a promt
sometimes I can write and look at the world at the same time
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like a french painter and his eisal
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a portlander . a stand. a typewritter.
unlimited ink
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all thats fit to print.
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all the vinyl you could ever need.
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filiing in the pixels to fill in the pixels.
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breathing deep.
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remembering the glue
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keeping it simple
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keeping it neat
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remembering to rest
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find simple pacing
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something we can all follow
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a beat
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mario
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konga
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donky kong
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kill screen
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learning too much
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don't go too fast.
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dont keep up
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white rabbit injured.
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setting the wrong pace
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greyhounds used instead
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pixel on couch
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filling in the dots in the black.
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50 shades of black. My bedroom
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this page
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typing you in
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tying you in because you bought this book
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everyone is telling you
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to write this
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how did you even know what to say?
how did you say that exact thing?
I tied you up. you just don't remember
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I had all the tools ready. You consetented
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and now your hooked.
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stuck in the logic of pixels.
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maybe enjoying our side of the work
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wanting to be tied down while also tying things down.
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a boat
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a norwewgian
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ropes
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tying things down
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long isolation
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big product
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out at sea forever.
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whats taking so long
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I just got my pixel.
slow down
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I'm navigating this blackness.
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the blind spot I forgot about.
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who put that there
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crying
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bottom right corner
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Iris.
looking out
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weird dot in my right eye
your left.
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the invention of you.
you.
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you.
that distant pronoun.
guey.
dude.
thing.
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this you you subscribe you. This is you.
heres a mirror.
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Thats not how I see me.
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thats how you see you.
you seeing you seeing me.
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using your black dot. not mine.
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I'm looking at weird variables.
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different weights.
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feeling unbalanced.
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but having this sway
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still working on it.
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feeling good.
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doing yoga
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detatching.
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tldr
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#remembering that I feel like someones always watching#remembering to remember that so I don't forget certain things#like tags#like#///#like previous thoughts i've said#not being repeatative.#but also remembering#not being an insane straight line#.#feeling good#returning to time#pressing post.#tldr.#sex and the city#poetry.#thinking about future people.#tags.#awkwardness.#not real#volume.
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I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever
#in fairness i’m sure both past robotniks just assumed her illness would be what killed her h a#sxsg#sxsg spoilers#sonic x shadow generations#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#ark siblings#sonic#comic#my art#doodles#so this was pretty much entirely done 24 hours ago#but ironically was distracted from posting earlier by playing sxsg#and then watching snapcube play it cause her delight is addicting#i’m missing 2 chests and 2 bolts and I wanna see if I can pull it off without a guide haha#anyways now I’m thinking about the fact that maria and gerald probably went back to their time assuming maria would die of her sickness#and how that would change their respective behaviors#i bet gerald would be holding out that maria would still live a bit longer#just cause shadow inadvertently revealed he’s from at least 50 years in the future due to having met black doom before#(which rewatching cutscenes to remember this quote he Did try to play off a little bit with some sort of#‘oh what do you think the alien squid meant by ’this time i’ll beat you’ that’s so crazy’ comment)#so hey maybe it wasn’t a perfect cure but she managed to live another 10-20 years at least?#all the more reason to press harder surely!#meanwhile maria is coming to terms with her mortality at age 14 or whatever she is#frankly I bet she came to terms with it long ago the way she seems to be written#okay back to snapcube
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dont forget what happened to icarus
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#fiddleford mcgucket#my art#guhh cat#i like ford the most in this 1 .i struggled hard w fiddleford but thts OKAAAYYYY :thumbs up:#also idk if it translates well at all but i wanted to include stanleys brand.fresh off the press 📣#i do want to come back to this at some point and touch it up . future me w the future ability 2 execute this how i wanted hmmm#but im j happy to have smt i want to draw again LAWLL#gf art is incredibly embarrassing 4 me to post#like not even ab the show (which is awesome amazing legiterally da best) and i loveee lovee all the other art its like.#i feel like there is a magnifying glass looking in2 my soul.exposed. ths is how roly polies and armadillos feel
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"Stuck in the timeloop as a punishment" is cool and all, but stuck in the timeloop voluntarily though? Oh, brother. Stuck in the timeloop cause you just can't move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know that it's not real and whatever should've happen already did. Stuck in the timeloop even if doesn't makes you happy. You just can't bear the thought of not being able to see them ever again. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know you should move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know they would want you to move on.
But maybe just a little while longer.
#press esc to leave#i need a tag for rambling#this post is 100% not about anything in particular mutuals don't look at it nor don't look at following tags please /gen#to the moon#sigmund corp#sigcorp#sigcorp spoilers#to the moon spoilers#neil watts#eva rosalene
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#another room of the unicorn house.#posted the bedroom a while back#3 color risograph by Perfectly Acceptable Press!#that's right its a risograph.
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Ghost Gets No Bitches pt. 3
Word Count: 2300
Content warnings: smut, Sub!simon, unprotected sex, P in V, this got a lil freak nasty
(ahhhh this is my first smut im big nervous)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5
Simon followed you up the stairs to your apartment, palms sweating, pants tight. The second the lock clicked and the door swung open you grabbed Simon by the belt pulling him inside, immediately leaning up against the now closed door he had to put his hands out to stop from crashing into you. Caged between his arms you tugged his shirt bringing his lips to yours. Your hands began to roam all over his defined chest while one of his gripped your hip pulling you into him. “Couch” you mumbled between kisses, barely pulling away enough to speak the word. Feet fumbling, both refusing to separate enough to look where you were going. Once the back of his calves touched the couch you pushed his chest forcing him down onto the couch, taking a moment to look at the way his pupils were dilated, chest heaving and arms reaching to bring you back to him. Lifting one leg on either side of his lap, you straddled him, lips finding their way to his neck. Leaving a wet trail of bites and kisses on his neck you began to tug at the hem of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. The moan that left your lips at his exposed torso made his grip on your thighs tighten. Simon had never been ogled like this. You were looking at him like he was a full course meal that you were going to eat and lick the plate clean. Your lips found his again, body beginning to grind onto his. His large hands pulled your dress up enough to expose your ass, his fingers digging into the flesh helping you grind onto him. The friction of his jeans on your clothed crotch had you letting little mewls in his ear. His hands began to tug a little more at your dress until you pulled away from him.
“Use your words.” Your lips were puffy and the way you were looking at him, Simon didn’t think any coherent thoughts could come out.
“Off.” You cocked your head to the side slightly, not moving to follow his request.
“What was that?” Your voice dripping with innocence but he knew it was anything but.
“Take this off.” You just raised your eyebrows at him. “Fuck take this off, please.” The last word came out more of a breath than an actual sound.
“Good boy.” You pulled the dress over your head exposing the matching lingerie set you had been wearing. Fuck you were wearing this all night? Simon took a deep breath, groaning at the sight in front of him. You started to remove yourself from him but his hands slid from your thighs to your hips keeping you in place. “Just taking this to the bed, thats all.” you reassured him.
“Tell me where, love?” His grip tightened as he stood with you still attached to him, legs wrapping around his thick torso. This time his lips found your neck trailing their way across the vein there until he found a spot that made your breathing pick up. As he neared your room, your hand found its way into his hair. A hard tug at the roots of his blonde hair pulled his mouth from you and the whimper that he let out was a noise he didn’t know he could make. You moved his head to the side to give space to bite down on his neck, sucking and leaving a deep purple mark. Fuck his legs were gonna give out if you kept doing that. He walked the two of you further in until he could set you down on the bed. Leaning back onto your hands, you looked at him with hooded eyes. Simon never thought he’d get into heaven but here he was, staring at your almost naked body, sitting waiting patiently for him. “Off” your foot trailed up his thigh before putting the smallest amount of pressure on the outline of his cock over his jeans.
“Yes Ma’am.” The words left his lips before he knew what he was saying but the phrase went straight to your core. His pants fell to the floor and you licked your lips, staring shamelessly at his fucking huge cock pressed against his stomach.
“You know Simon,” You slid from the bed to drop to your knees in front of him, “You’ve been so good today. Do you think you deserve a reward?” Hands sliding up and down his thick thighs, feeling the way they would tighten and flex under your touch. He started to nod but stopped himself. Words Simon.
“Yes Please.” Simon Ghost Riley couldn’t remember the last time he used the word ‘please’ but here he was whimpering it for the second time. His breath was shaking as you got closer to him. Simon’s cock twitched, your breath fanned over it, but you hadn’t touched him yet. Lowering yourself so your face was centimeters away from the base of his cock, teasing him with your warm breath, lips so close to doing what he needed you to. His hands were in fists, trying so hard to keep composed, to let you tease him, to not put his hand onto your head and pull you closer. Looking up and locking eyes with him, your tongue traced a long line from the base of his cock to the tip, eliciting a long moan from him. Hands gripping the base, adjusting the angle, you took him into your mouth fully, without warning. You hummed, tasting the salty precum, the vibrations making his legs shake. His hand found its way to your hair so gently, scared to make the wrong move. Your mouth worked up and down his length, tongue pressing into the prominent vein on the underside of his cock and swirling around the tip. It only took a few seconds for his grip on your hair to tighten. He felt like a fucking teenager, about to cum this fast.
“wait not yet” He tried to pull himself from you but you pulled the back of his thighs, cock hitting the back of your throat, you swallowed around him and he was a goner. A broken moan left him as he shot his load down your throat. Slowly removing him from your mouth, you stood up and pulled him down into a kiss, making him taste himself from your lips. You spun the two of you, hands pressing onto his chest pushing him down onto the bed.
“I’m not done with you yet, Lieutenant.” His cock twitched hearing you use his rank. Pressing into his chest until he laid flat, your legs wrapping around to straddle him again. Your hand found his jaw, gripping and moving his head slightly so your lips could brush against his ear, “the first one was your reward. But you’re going to beg for the next one.” Lowering your hips enough, Simon could feel your soaked panties slide across his already hard cock. His hands tried to slide their way up your thighs, but you gripped his wrists, pressing them above his head. “No touching without permission, Lieutenant.” He nodded and kept his hands above his head, gripping the pillow when you let go of him. You pressed your lips onto his and Simon tried to lean into you as much as possible, loving the feeling of your control over him. He let out a disappointed whine when you pulled your body from his, clothed pussy no longer dragging against his cock. A wet trail of kisses were left from his neck down to his chest, tongue swirling over his nipple, his hips bucked up involuntarily at the sensation. Your hand found his jaw again, grip tighter than the last time, “Behave.”
“M’sorry fuck please.” His accent thick as he began to whine.
“Please what Simon?” You started the trail of kisses again, moving down his stomach getting so close to his cock again.
“Please can I touch you?” His knuckles had turned white from the death grip he had on the pillow. Your lips were now hovering over the tip of his cock, teasingly you blew air over his slit and his hands shot down to you. Before they could reach you, you made a “tsk” noise and his hands found the sheets next to his thighs. You hadn’t given him permission yet. Fuck he can do this, he can be good for you.
“Good boy.” You smirked as you moved further from his cock, nails dragging lightly up and down his muscular thighs, watching as this giant man twitched under you. Removing yourself from the bed just long enough to slide your panties down your thighs, Simon couldn’t look anywhere but at your glistening core. Straddling him again, you leaned back against his thighs, giving him the perfect view of your body and your dripping pussy.
“Please let me touch you, please.” His hands lifted slightly trying so hard to behave for you.
“No.” He wanted to let out a groan but the sound stopped in his throat when he watched you trail your own hand down your stomach and further down until your fingers spread your folds open, coating themselves in your slick. “Open.” It was an order and Simon oh so happily obeyed, opening his mouth as you leaned forward, pushing your wet fingers into his mouth so he could taste you. His tongue wrapped around your fingers and you bit your lip at the sight in front of you. Removing your fingers from his mouth, you slid your pussy across his painfully hard cock. How wet you were and the pressure on him had his head spinning and pleads pouring from his mouth.
“Fuck please, need to touch you.” His eyes had started to get glossy from all the teasing.
“Go ahead Simon. Touch.” Large hands immediately found your tits, palming at them for a moment before one hand slid down to find your clit, rubbing soft circles. The moan you let out almost broke whatever resolve he had left. Lifting your body just enough, you reached down to grab his cock and line it up with your slit. You lowered yourself slightly, the tip of his cock pressing ever so slightly into you, but stopping there. “Do you want it?” Simon’s eyes were pulled from where you two were connecting to your eyes, head nodding fast. “Then beg for it.” You pulled your body up until his cock was no longer touching you and Simon had never felt more desperate in his life.
“Fuck please. Need it. Need you Please lovie. I just… please” Hearing his gruff voice whine and beg for you made you lower yourself again but just enough to how you were, his tip barely in you. “Please please please let me make you feel good. Please use me.” Tears were threatening to spill at the feeling of your walls gripping him but knowing you could pull away at any moment.
“You’re so good for me Simon.” You slowly slid down until he was fully sheathed in you. Your hands placed heavy on his chest, nails digging in as you tried to adjust to his massive size, eyes rolling back in your head at the sensation. Beginning to bounce at an agonizingly slow pace, his hands found your ass, wanting to urge you to speed up but knowing he’d be in trouble if he did. Fuck you’re so tight around him. Whimpers had been falling from his mouth the second you slid down on him. Bottoming out, your pussy clenched around him and he bucked his hips. Fuck he didn’t mean to. He was scared you were going to pull off of him but instead you let out a pornographic moan at the action, his cock hitting that spongy spot in you.
“Again.” You said trying to keep control but fuck did he feel good, you were losing your grip on reality too. He thrust again and again, your hands planted firmly on his chest holding on for dear life. “Make me cum Simon.” Fuck you didn’t have to tell him twice. He brought one hand to your clit again rubbing messy circles as you bounced up and down on his cock. He could feel you tightening, he could tell you were so close. Fuck he was trying to keep his own release at bay. A few more thrusts from him and you were falling over the edge. He didn’t think you could get any tighter but the feeling of you cumming on his cock was nothing less than pure bliss. His thrusts started to get sloppy and you could tell he was getting close. One of your hands slid from his chest to his throat, hand gripping his neck with just enough pressure to capture his attention. “I told you, you’re gonna have to beg for this one.” You slid off of him slightly, once again only keeping his tip inside of your velvet walls, backing up your statement. Not letting him get too close without following your orders.
“Please fuck please I’ve been so good. Been a good boy.” His cock could feel you tighten around him, clearly liking the way he was begging. “Let me be your good boy. Fill you up. Please, please please.” The ‘please’s continued as you sunk back down onto him. Leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Fill me up then.” Moving back to look at his fucked out face, Simon pulled you into a messy kiss, needing to feel your lips on his, a few final thrusts he emptied his load in you with the most pathetic sounding moan of his life.
He could never tell the 141 about this.
Tag list: @zoexme @booboobear-12 @pileofmoss77 @monnikashui018 @jovialwerewolfarcade
#pressing post and jumping out a window im stressed#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#ghost#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#smut#cod smut#ghost smut#simon riley smut#Ghost gets no bitches#sub!ghost#sub!simon#fic#task force 141#tf 141#tf 141 x reader
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the h in nhl stands for homoerotic
bonus intricate rituals:

#this is my new fave live game :')#chiarot tried to scruff sid and my precious gigantic baby son drew said: NO!!!!!!#also it is my duty as a crazy sid/ek fan to say that after sid was freed from the box and was later back on the bench#ek who was still on ice circled back and skated towards him#and tenderly held him by the chin and said something to him (sweet dirty nothings i'm sure)... sid giggled like a schoolgirl about it#anyway. again a very good game for me sid/ek-wise#ek with his arms open waiting for his victory prize aka sid barrelling into him after the otgwg and keeping his face pressed close...#sidney crosby#pittsburgh penguins#ben chiarot#detroit red wings#again#long post#hockey#nhl#sports#GAY#SO GAY
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Happy one year anniversary to this FNAF post,,
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf fanart#fnaf movie#abby schmidt#golden freddy#coryxkenshin#william afton#springtrap#THIS was a quick lil thing I wanted to make!#they all finally made it to their destination#took them a full year but they got there!#The og post means a lot to me actually#it’s when I started to draw fnaf art and kinda never stopped?#I’ve loved fnaf for a very long time since its come out#so being accepted into its community meant a lot#here’s to another year of fnaf art!!#Also did Abby ever pay Cory or did he just do a freebie#maybe the next movie will answer these pressing questions pff
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꒰ dried flower pngs! ꒱
#❥ sugars posts! ︵♡#❥ pngs! ︵♡#png#pngs#transparents#transparent#flowers#pressed flowers#dried flowers
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Y’all, the Archive admins are made up of VOLUNTEERS. And they have been working for 12-13 HOURS STRAIGHT.
I better not hear any complaints when donation period comes around. OR ELSE.

cosplay by @woahchriswoah on Twitter
EDIT: How do we show appreciation to the volunteers? For me reading these deep dives on OTW issues u guys apparently it's been said multiple times that one of their objective statements is to have paid staff for ao3 and there's a surplus of donations they haven't used up or the other community solutions that needs to address. For those more financially literate feel free to analyze, snipe me or add to the discussion etc. linked here by deepa. They’re cool and these yearly analysis they did aint no joke.






But Seriously what can we do for these volunteers? The probable burn out from this entire fiasco would be no joke. @ao3org
#can we give them hot cocoa or smth#sorry if the org is so pressed rn#but gotta psa some of these issues while the iron is hot#and post is gaining traction#DDoS is over for AO3 but now it’s targeting other NGOs related to OTW org it’s despicable#EDIT 2: AO3 is Back :3#EDIT: WE ARE PAST 24 HRS BUCKLE UP FOR A LONG RIDE#no devil works harder than ao3 volunteers#archive of our own#ao3#ao3 update#btw yall know I’m not forcing anyone to donate right?#i mostly made this to the regular karens who bash the archive anytime they ask for donation#ddos attack#hackers#fanfic#fanfiction#fandom#spn#supernatural#tags to better circulate this news#destiel#lol#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderverse#no hate
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there are 32 complete surviving tragedies by three different authors (counting cases of disputed genre and authorship), and you can see a list here
#in translation/in any language if that's not implied#inspired by that shakespeare post#for transparency's sake: i have not read phoenissae or euripides' suppliants or rhesus#i'll hit them at some point in the next year or so i guess. they're not particularly pressing for my work#what i really need to do is increase the number i've seen performed on stage (currently 7)#mine
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ARTHUR MORGAN has an impressive cock. You'd always figured a man who carries himself so surely would have one like that. Thick and heavy, crowned with hair a bit darker than what was on his head. The way it would always be half hard anytime he was around you was flattering. The way he'd take up all the space in that hotel room, striding around, parading naked, he'd steal the air from your lungs. The way it'd pat against his thighs as he took heavy steps through the room. You'd stare and he'd look away, flush in the face. There was an inherent sense of boyish charm about him, how he could be so rough and callous, but the second he was alone with you he was nearly shy. Intimacy with Arthur was earned, a privilege, not a thing to trifle with. He'd given it to you and you hadn't even realized how hard it was to earn this from him.
He blushed bright red when you'd seen it the first time, that breathy "Oh, Arthur.." had sent a chill down his spine. Arthur was extra careful with you, fearing he'd split you right in half on his cock. There was no hiding it. The way his ranch pants would be fuller around you, the obvious bulge of denim stretching around it. He loved that you could try to swallow it all you wanted and you could still grip fingers worth of it as his tip touched the back of your throat. He loved being able to have you seated on top of him and see his dick fucking you from the outside. A firm hand pressed against you, making you tighter and he could feel the way he so lovingly damaged your sweet pussy.
He would torment your guts almost effortlessly. He'd have you gripping the sheets, choking back moans and sobs and all manners of pretty noises in a hitched tone without even trying. He wasn't an egotistical man, but he knew it couldn't be like this for every man or no job would ever get done in the world. It'd come to a stand still as everyone would be lined up to fuck the next man. No, no he had to have something special with you. He was easily enamored with you and how you'd feel wrapped all warm and tight around him. How snug you were.
Each time felt like the first with Arthur. The way he filled you and would have you swollen and sore the next day. Even after the bath you'd end up in together, he'd keep you there, wet and sudsy against him and his thick member until you had pruny fingers. He loved that you were a whiny mess just from being near his cock.
You were made for him by God, he wasn't religious but he was sure of it. You fit better than any glove or shirt or saddle he could have tailor made. You were just as addicted to him. The way his flared head could take up residency inside you made you know that there was some higher power and they were merciful in such a way for you to have a taste of heaven on earth with your Arthur.
#c: arthur morgan#arthur morgan#arthur morgan imagine#arthur morgan imagines#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan/reader#arthur morgan smut#bex is ranting and raving about a man's dick again#stop the presses ive posted#arthur morgan/fem!reader#arthur morgan x female reader
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when will twitter phannies and tumblr phannies come together to fight our real common enemy. dan and phil
#dnp#phan#dan and phil#i posted this on bluesky ages ago and never remembered to post it here too#i'll say again originally i was going to say reddit phannies then i decided dan and phil are an even more pressing concern#somehow#lou is loud#500#1k
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Valentines strawberry biscuit🌹💕
#Yippee valentines 🥰#Not that I needed an excuse to draw any connverse lmao :P#Making characters look directly at the 'camera' takes me so incredibly long to do. 😭#Also I do not know how to draw collars. 😵#Only managed to make a sketch but you know what. I'm pretty happy I made anything connverse for Valentines. All things considered.#connverse#Steven Quartz Universe#Connie Maheswaran#Steven Universe#SU#SU fanart#valentines#valentines day#my shiz#Yo I am increadibly so sleepy by the time I'm uploading this. I can't think of a caption. Imma be dipping out after pressing post now.#There better be other valentines shoes when I check the tag tomorrow. 🤞😣#I didn't think about how the alt text is blocking my signature. Orz
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#interview with the vampire#iwtv#armand#the vampire armand#i don't remember who first talked about armand watching hot knife videos but so true he would#post break up he finally buys the hydraulic press he wanted but couldn't have because louis thought it was weird (it is weird)#and he just crushes whatever#like the hydraulic press can really be the microwave/blender moment 2022 edition
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i have a headcanon that Yoichi trims AFO's hair because i can't help but compare AFO's nicely trimmed hair to Yoichi's and i thought someone had to have cut AFO's hair for him and it is only logical for me to assume it was Yoichi who did. I think AFO would only trust Yoichi to be so close to him with a sharp object like a pair of scissors lol
I think Yoichi would have also liked cutting his brother's hair at first, because it would make him feel helpful in a way? And I just think even when AFO put him in the vault, AFO would still go there to get his hair trimmed by Yoichi.
and once Yoichi joins the resistance, he offers to do this for Kudo as well.
#make no mistake yoichi didn't reply out of fear#i personally think that he was never afraid of his brother. he just reacted out of… sympathy?#bc he doesn't want his brother to feel like he's abandoned him? betrayed him in a way? smthn like that#and AFO is partly aware of this and uses this to manipulate yoichi to make him do what he wants#in this case: to look at him lol#yoichi doesn't meet his eyes kind of like a silent treatment?#but even this seemingly insignificant protest was easily parried by AFO's underhandedness and it just makes yoichi feel defeated#kind of makes me realize why yoichi has a 'strong sense of justice' or is firmly committed to his set of morals and principles#because frankly i think that's all he feels he has control of#bnha#mha#boku no hero academia#AFO#yoichi shigaraki#all for one#ofa users#kudoichi#kudoichi feels slipped in but i need it for my tagging lmao#my art#fanart#i am pressing a kiss on this post in hopes that it reaches its target audience lol#i've also seen a few replies to my previous work i see you and i love you and i Will get back to you
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