Anyways, Medium! Gregory AU
Is he a Spirit guide??? Esper?? Spirit operator??? Doorkeeper?? I have no idea.
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I did these a while a go and forgot about it, so here some Gregory and the Afton siblings interactions.
The second picture is from my old laptop(rip) which is why I cannot change it so this is why it looks vastly different, the very different artstyle and typography are from january I think (?). kinda miss it tho.
OH NOOO
keep seeing someone with the same url as me with an extra a. im so sorry for doing tjis to you tumblr user myperfecttaliaa
reddit but in the pokemon universe
Miku binder Ricky
holy shit just realized if rtc does hit broadway it's gonna become the new hamilton fandom. we. we're realizing this right
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
pls this is so funny
Twitter and tiktok are like a coral reef
It’s loud and bright and productive and glamorous. It’s fast-paced and things cycle through the environment in hours. Everyone is trying to fight for their position in the food chain and stay Relevant. There are lots of pretty things to look at. If something gets Popular it has an impact on everything around it, for a brief time until the next big thing arrives. To an outside observer it’s chaos but to those involved it has order, reason, a Purpose.
Tumblr is like a deep-sea ecosystem.
Things are slow and weird. Memes bounce around for years and even decades. People exist in their little isolated hydrothermal vent communities of mutuals. Sometimes something big happens (suez canal, November 5th, Queen Lizzie kickin’ it) and we all gather around like a whale fall but for the most part we’re just snootling around in the sand doing whatever the fuck. Occasionally someone comes down and shines their flashlight around and immediately leaves and tells their friends about what freaky shit we have going on in the depths. We don’t care. We’re very busy talking about Our Friend Jonathan from a book published in the 1800s like worms slowly digesting the bones of a long-dead organism.
Turn the reblogs back on coward
The gang
Each individual thought of themselves as “The Responsible One” when in reality, such a thing did not exist.