"Jon And Martin Are In The Computers" I Hear You, I Hear You. So Then Walk With Me. A Lot Of People Quote

Idk if this is more Vast or Spiral coded. Depends on who you ask I guess. Or maybe it’s both!

"Hey, mom? Can you come pick me up from school? Yeah, the sky is filling with fractals again."

Me reading blog descriptions trying to figure out if the acronyms are meyers briggs types or fandom abbreviations

Reblog this post if your aromantic and/or asexual

I'm trying to prove a point

I don’t even know how i ended up on this post but yall. This is going to save my life actually. Fandom wiki ads my behated anyways everyone go use breezewiki now. It even works okay* on mobile like holy shit

*certainly better than mobile fandom anyways

anyways reminder that you can use breezewiki to view fandom wiki pages without the ugly ass borders and without being completely bombarded by ads the second you open the page

Hex Codes for LGBTQ+ Flags

for all my artists, content creators, and anyone else out there who use specific color palettes for references/designs, here are the hex codes for each of the lgbtq flags for your queer creative purposes. i hope you find these useful. enjoy!

Im having sad doorkeay thoughts about this and i dont know if i will elaborate on this or not but if i do it will be in the form of a 1k+ word fic published at 3 am on a random tuesday

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

FINALLY made it to a gimmick post on the right day

You can only reblog this today.

The thing neurotypicals tend not to understand about the ADHD brain is that it really only has two gears

I turn to the chalkboard and carefully write out

WORKIN' HARD

HARDLY WORKIN'

What if the watcher wasnt ceaseless