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she made real fanart instead of featureless sketches?? and it's in a cartoon style???

okay fic concept- magic/sci-fi plot device allows person B to unintentionally view person A's entire life like a movie. everything they've ever said, done, thought, or felt on the line. person A immediately runs away without giving B a chance to react. hurt/comfort ensues. this is a purely self indulgent fic idea and the question is what ship do I write it with bc I can't decide

spotify wrapped is HERE! send me a number 1-100 and i'll tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

reblogging to remind myself to write a fic of this

Oh god oh gosh okay so someone (Did, from this fic) came up with the idea of A/B/O “subvocalizations”…like, these little rumbly noises/purrs/chirrups that mean things like hello and help and back off. And they’re pretty instinctual, to the point that sometimes you can’t control whether you make them? And?? Jupeter???? Ju…..JUPETER???

I’m dying at the thought of either of them struggling to control some needy subvocalizations, but I’m such a Nureyev kinnie that my mind latches onto him first. Just…Nureyev, having learned to suppress his subvocalizations?? Because of course they’d betray his deeper feelings, so…better to cut them off at the root. Everyone else on the ‘Blanche spends their time chirping and humming away to say things like excuse me and I care about you and calm down…Even Buddy, who’s pretty quiet by subvocal standards, still purrs I love you’s and I’m here’s to Vespa. But meanwhile Nureyev’s like this pocket of dead air. No subvocals whatsoever. It’s downright eerie. At a certain point Juno’s not even sure whether Nureyev CAN make subvocalizations anymore?? Did he hallucinate the noises Nureyev made when they were in the tomb??

But then of COURSE something would tip the scales and leave Nureyev unable to repress himself any longer, and he’d lie there curled up on his bed and desperately try to stifle his miserable whimpering/pleading noises with a pillow—noises that mean please help, I’m scared, help, where are you, I’m hurting…

so to recap:

eial/s-i= im the rejected part of society

normal album= im not part of society at all

icimi= ive recently been informed that i am, in fact, part of society, and i now need to come to terms with that

justice for juno PLEASE

Pictured: Dream going through the 5 stages of grief right before death told him to stop being a dramatic little shit

Sandman…

I despise the fact that I'm a niche microcelebrity and this post is my claim to fame. mentioned to my ex I had a tumblr, discovered she had reblogged this post before we met. fucking nightmare.

random teenager, posting an unhinged shitpost ab sandman/good omens/etc at 3 am

neil gaiman, reblogging at 4 am

daily reminder that you are hurtling through space on a space rock, comparative size smaller than dust, and no god would care if you did your taxes

no no, we're all awake too, pls continue

it is a semi ungodly hour here and an ungodly hour back home in New York so I feel like I’ll have to wait until at least tomorrow to ramble to everyone about icimi