♣ mediated by @fondlyRegarding
I no longer dream. When my eyes close sleeP does not greet me. I see In shades of lIquId black. And all the angels have gone away.
OUTTA THE WAY. BEAR COMING THRU.
For every reaction I receive, I will do nothing. This will be completely pointless and accomplish nothing for anybody except for a negligible increase to my interaction metrics.
It's a dangerous line of work. We all know the risks.
Unorganized cables. Free-standing stepladders. Water puddles. #nsfw
every hate on my posts only makes me stronger.
Do mind the flashes from Felt Manor, if you’ve happened to notice them. They are quite visible this evening. The color, I’m told, is somewhat striking. Bright enough to draw the eye. Persistent enough to invite questions. Understandable. There is a natural inclination to investigate anything that interrupts the ordinary rhythm of your surroundings. Light where there should be none. Motion where there was stillness. A suggestion that something is… unfolding just out of reach. You may rest assured, however, that what is occurring is both contained and intentional. Nothing has gone astray. Nothing has exceeded its bounds. The Manor is functioning precisely as it was designed to. If you find yourself concerned, I would advise against acting on that impulse. There is very little to be gained from proximity at this stage, and considerably more to be lost from arriving before you are meant to. Observation, from a distance, will suffice. The flashes will subside. They always do. Until then, I suggest you continue as you were. This does not require your involvement.
deuce and i are gonna be extra famous.
according to the rankmaid i am an abo alpha. #nsfw
