*the Mattresse Started To Float. Then A Coffee Table, A Chair, Some Paper, And The Couch. The Kitten

just saw this on twitter, be careful folks

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

I’ll have to mark that on my calendar, thanks for telling me! Space is honestly one of my favorite things- Neb

°No problem! I'm no expert, but space is beautiful. Happy gazing!°

∆Sexy does red bean paste come in a tube∆

*the kitten sits next to RJ and selpt. they seemed sad that he's still asleep. out of boredom, he smacked his paw on his cheek* mew?

*he doesn't stir, but you get the fleeting image of an ally way filled with Eyes, floating in every shadow and peering from every corner. The image is gone as quickly as it comes.*

*Knocks on the door, a bunch of stuff in hand* CJ?

°*there's the sounds of several locks being undone before the door opens. He's there, and looking more than a little exhausted* Doc? Yeah come in he is in the living room- *he moves to leave a clear path, walking over to the matress on the floor*°

Tԋҽ ʋσιԃ ɾҽʂιԃҽɳƚʂ. *They drop the Jims in a light patch.* Tɾყ ƚσ ʅҽαʋҽ, αɳԃ ყσυ'ʅʅ ϝαʅʅ υɳƈσυɳƈισυʂ.

"Void Residents? Who are-"

*CJ manages to land on their back, still curled protectively around his camera, RJ lands on his end*

"Ow-! Wait, unconcious? Why would we be-..Jim?"

*CJ hands over his camera to RJ, who's more than a little shocked to be actually holding it. CJ looks directly at the snake and begins to sign.*

°Ok you look here you vantablack worm, you aren't getting away clean with this. I don't care who you work for, especially if you're so wrapped around their fingers that they've got you doing their dirty work, all I care about is that you're out here, stealing people and bringing them to lose who they are. My name is Jim, my brother is Jim, and we'll get out of here one way or another.°

(∆*Admin is weirdly at peace within the cornflakes..*∆)

hey followers. have you ever wanted to know how it feels to be inside a bag of cornflakes

Polyamorous people aren't greedy for wanting multiple partners. 💙❤🖤

Bi/Pan/Ply/Omni people aren't greedy for liking multiple genders. 💖💜💙 💖💛💙 💖💚💙 💖💗🖤💙

And they're all

Valid.

*The city is often a loud place, filled with the bustling of thousands of individual lives all trying to get to the next destination.*

*...Sirens aren't uncommon. Statistically speaking, more people die of car crashes in a year in Texas alone than die of shark attacks around the world. Jim told him that. RJ wonders if he's going to die of a shark attack, then, since he's pretty sure he's still alive. Things are still spinning, and his head feels like it was split open, (and is that a ringing sound?) but he's alive. The car? Maybe not as much, but that's not the major thing on his mind. He knows he needs to get out, but at the same time moving sounds like a really horrible idea.*

*Maybe if he closed his eyes for a second, he knows he shouldn't but... he was tired anyway.. heh, tired, car tires...*

*RJ's eyes slid shut, the sounds of sirens echoes, and he is alone.*