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#;;bodily art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

melisica

(by MillyCope)

#;;bodily art #;;i wasn't made to queue. neither were you.

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Nazym Jumadilova

#;;bodily art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

protobacillus

#;;monstrous art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

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Samir Sá

#;;bodily art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

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Isaac Gautschi

#;;celestial art #;;bodily art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

thedarkwillreign

@tealecoco pentagram harness on @wioleth (@skorju)

#;;bodily art #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

soracities

I drink—and live—what has destroyed some men.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from ‘Sonnet I’

#;;one wrong note - about #://gpoy #;;i was not made to queue. neither were you.

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Pommelien Koolen

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An Uncontrolled Bloom

Time dilation was typically a facet of human perception; minutes did not really crawl by so much as the human mind processed them different when chemicals blossomed and created the effect. Well, mostly. An acute enough gravity well could stretch time - something behemoth enough to exert a force on the fifth dimension dragging the property itself down.

For humanity’s creation, time was a constant without the outwards drag of true time distortion. David’s ever-ticking brain never faltered, never stumbled nor stopped. The few times he had encountered gravity wells large enough to distort time had been curious; very strange indeed, to feel the lithium itself inside the part of his mind that kept track of the passing moments pulled on by a mass bigger than any of the crew members sleeping in their pods could have conceived of.

While that moment had been strange, he now found himself faced with a more urgent, chaotic, and present curiosity - one that he we not authorized to handle himself. Time, again, had seemed to hang (now in the metaphorical sense as his brain ran calculations on the correct action to take) as he had looked into the mycology bay.

There was only one thing to do - wake and consult Stamets. Without hesitation he readied the necessary accouterments and depressed the switch to begin a premature awakening.

Of many things David had been readied; fires in space, deceased crew members, even first contact. But a single type of mycelium spreading to cover a vast swath of the bay meant to contain more than 400 types of fungus? He lacked the finesse. @physicsasbiology

#physicsasbiology #;;vi #:// hoo boy this is fuckin long

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#;;out of idiosyncrasies #:// Real Life has interceded with my time - my apologies to the people I had thought I'd be online for this evening #I should be on for part of tomorrow morning.#also if we're in mutuals and you'd like to plot feel free to like this