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Here (1989) by Richard mcguire (raw magazine)

I’m actually screaming

what liu qingge could say if he really wanted to hit binghe where it hurts

*goes up to a polyamorous triad* so which one of you unspools the thread of fate, which one measures it, and which one cuts it?

I have successfully snuck into the rationalist secret base. The guard heard me slip when I was scaling the fence, but muttered that one piece of evidence doesn't overturn the low probability of intruders and didn't look for me. Then I slipped again when climbing down the other side of the fence, but he chuckled about the frequency illusion and didn't even turn around.

jack of no trades. master of fuck all

the thing about bullets is that you can touch them and it's fine, but if they're shot by a gun they get so fast they can kill you. it's the speed that does the killing. so much of martial conflict is just using speed to harm one another

if you see this please reblog and put in the tags something that made you happy today. a small delight, something that made you smile, or something you're grateful for. doesn't have to be big.