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@turnipiku CODE RED IT'S THE MINIVAN I REPEAT IT'S THE MINIVAN IT'S THE MINIVAN THIS IS NOT A DRILL IT'S THE MINIVAN

Note to self: DO NOT get into Chuuya's car after he's had a heated argument with Dazai! No matter how cold it is outside!

- Sigma

College au shenanigans, winter edition:

Fyodor's anemic ass freezes to death so he wears a bunch of layers

Dazai hates the winter because seasonal depression gets him every time. He also despises the cold and freezes easily so a bunch of layers and the scarf that Chuuya almost strangels him with every morning it is.

Chuuya (Dazai's personal heater) doesn't get cold easily but he still overdress because he's a fashion icon ✨️.

Nikolai doesn't fear the cold, the cold fears him! He walks around in a t-shirt like a psychopath but still carries his jacket around in case Dos - kun needs it.

Sigma can't stand the summer heat so the winter is like a blessing to him. He dresses cozily and is in a seemingly better mood untill he sees Nikolai emerging outside in his t-shirt.

i love breaking bones heart emoji. ohhh i need to make broken his ulna. crack crack. sounds like inseccts scuttling. but there's ac rescendo. crack-cra-ra-ra-rack. nn. snap pop hiss. carbonated drink. fizzy. bone marrow on red dust. nnn.... when the ulnar collateral ligament is like tissue paper because your template didn't map right crying laughing emoji pointing left emoji. and it goes. through.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, there will be a tree outside your bedroom window. It is very important to romanticize this tree as much as possible.

Movie poster inspired by The Substance movie.

intersex/hormone imbalancw... omegaverse... gender politics... humanitarian rights... right to remain single... queer platonic relationship... mix of two genders x half a gender....

her smile

The king's daughter

the game of who needs who the worst.

oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.