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am i allowed to call this a clusterfuck?
just a question. are the (apparently antimemetic??) posters trying to recruit people to a french art movement that i'm seeing around the site supposed to be there? - ed ⨳
ed im sorry but i have no idea what the fuck youre trying to tell me
...
shit.
You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridescent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trace constellations. You’ll care only about the darkness and you’ll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you’re some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you’ll be afraid to look away, you’ll be afraid to sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You’ll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you’ve got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves
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hold up why is it bigger on
the inside oh god oh fuck
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either i'm missing something or my coworkers are trying to use antimemes to recruit followers for a french art movement. with this workplace it could probably go either way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i've been dissociating through the entire past month, and i gotta say, it's Bad™
... clef? i don’t know how else to tell you this, but dr. malloy (or at least someone using his blog) seems to be dead. could you maybe teleport him back? just so we can terminate it if it’s something wearing his skin or something.
hold the fuck up
he what
[Clef takes a moment to check Ed’s blog—holy shit, how long has it been? How did this even happen? Ed didn’t give any indication that he was in significant danger—this is all his fault! Again! Because apparently he can’t be trusted to do something as simple as remember that he was supposed to monitor the man’s updates on his situation!]
[Granted, Ed said himself that the blue hell void has antimemetic properties and Clef found himself unable to retrieve Ed at the time of the most recent incident, but dammit, he could’ve kept trying and maybe this could’ve been avoided!]
uh
fucking hell im so sorry
ill try bringing you back hold on
[Trying to bring Ed back..]
[This time, Ed is brought back.]
[Not that Clef's going to be able to match his name to his face.]
[Or, as it were, the censor bar.]
uh... hi? it's me. ed. glad to see you again.
[Ed waves awkwardly.]
i think i did get the smiley thing.
[Clef squints, deeply confused. Okay, okay, it sounds like Ed and judging by the fact that he made a conscious effort to bring Ed and only Ed back it can only be him, but he can’t put the name to the face..]
[It’s uncanny, really. Grey skin aside, it’s like looking into a familiar room with everything shifted exactly two inches to the right.]
welcome back
[Doubt creeps into his voice. If this isn’t him, then he should at least play along before trying to contain what might be an anomaly pretending to be Ed.]
yeah.
[Ed scratches the back of his head. Things are very much still awkward. He can tell Clef still doesn't fully believe it's him. Nor can he blame him. He'd had to stifle a scream when he looked in the mirror.]
uh... so what am i supposed to do from here, anyway? i still haven't heard back from smiley on whether or not they did... y'know. this. and i'm pretty sure the "this" in and of itself is, well, kind of throws a wrench in me just going to keep doing what i was doing! :(
fuckin hell if i know
i guess list your name clearance level and something only dr malloy would know just so nobody freaks out when they see you
[The last thing he needs is Talloran and/or Bright trying to terminate an anomaly without clearance to do so again.]
[Ed's response is instant.]
edward 'ed' malloy, level 1 last i checked, and... uh... hm.
come to think of it, no one here really knows me all that well. at least not well enough to have a something only i would know. :(
... clef? i don’t know how else to tell you this, but dr. malloy (or at least someone using his blog) seems to be dead. could you maybe teleport him back? just so we can terminate it if it’s something wearing his skin or something.
hold the fuck up
he what
[Clef takes a moment to check Ed’s blog—holy shit, how long has it been? How did this even happen? Ed didn’t give any indication that he was in significant danger—this is all his fault! Again! Because apparently he can’t be trusted to do something as simple as remember that he was supposed to monitor the man’s updates on his situation!]
[Granted, Ed said himself that the blue hell void has antimemetic properties and Clef found himself unable to retrieve Ed at the time of the most recent incident, but dammit, he could’ve kept trying and maybe this could’ve been avoided!]
uh
fucking hell im so sorry
ill try bringing you back hold on
[Trying to bring Ed back..]
[This time, Ed is brought back.]
[Not that Clef's going to be able to match his name to his face.]
[Or, as it were, the censor bar.]
uh... hi? it's me. ed. glad to see you again.
[Ed waves awkwardly.]
i think i did get the smiley thing.
[Clef squints, deeply confused. Okay, okay, it sounds like Ed and judging by the fact that he made a conscious effort to bring Ed and only Ed back it can only be him, but he can’t put the name to the face..]
[It’s uncanny, really. Grey skin aside, it’s like looking into a familiar room with everything shifted exactly two inches to the right.]
welcome back
[Doubt creeps into his voice. If this isn’t him, then he should at least play along before trying to contain what might be an anomaly pretending to be Ed.]
yeah.
[Ed scratches the back of his head. Things are very much still awkward. He can tell Clef still doesn't fully believe it's him. Nor can he blame him. He'd had to stifle a scream when he looked in the mirror.]
uh... so what am i supposed to do from here, anyway? i still haven't heard back from smiley on whether or not they did... y'know. this. and i'm pretty sure the "this" in and of itself is, well, kind of throws a wrench in me just going to keep doing what i was doing! :(
[It seems Ed does have the censor bar in real life now. Though it's not all that good at actually obscuring detail.]
... clef? i don’t know how else to tell you this, but dr. malloy (or at least someone using his blog) seems to be dead. could you maybe teleport him back? just so we can terminate it if it’s something wearing his skin or something.
hold the fuck up
he what
[Clef takes a moment to check Ed’s blog—holy shit, how long has it been? How did this even happen? Ed didn’t give any indication that he was in significant danger—this is all his fault! Again! Because apparently he can’t be trusted to do something as simple as remember that he was supposed to monitor the man’s updates on his situation!]
[Granted, Ed said himself that the blue hell void has antimemetic properties and Clef found himself unable to retrieve Ed at the time of the most recent incident, but dammit, he could’ve kept trying and maybe this could’ve been avoided!]
uh
fucking hell im so sorry
ill try bringing you back hold on
[Trying to bring Ed back..]
[This time, Ed is brought back.]
[Not that Clef's going to be able to match his name to his face.]
[Or, as it were, the censor bar.]
uh... hi? it's me. ed. glad to see you again.
[Ed waves awkwardly.]
i think i did get the smiley thing.
so to recap:
i fell into the blue hell void again
i died :(
my signal dropped for freaking ever
the bhv's walls started responding to me? still not sure what the heck was going on there.
i un-died. i think. just to confirm, @smiley-anonymous, was that you or not? because the secondary symptoms of the undeath are looking a lot like what you have and like what leah posted on her blog, which is kind of concerning, haha! there's one thing that doesn't fit, but that's it.
i'm having trouble getting into contact with anyone. this could be anomalous, or it could be related to the fact that...
tumblr updated again and it sucks.
also my head hurts and i don't know why?
testing, can anyone even see this? i'd thought my signal woes would end when, y'know, i stopped being dead, but. well.
i'm gonna scream. i mean, i'll do it where no one can hear me (i.e. space), but i'm definitely gonna scream.
ask taylor, i have a feeling they'd know
i doubt it has anything to do with them. mostly because i legitimately have no idea what reason they would have to save me. :(
but, uh... i'll try to find a planet or something and do the manifestation thing?
no promises on it working, though.
life has many doors ed boy
is this supposed to be a reference to something?
what the heck?
uh, just to confirm, it isn't normal for your point of view to suddenly be teleported to deep space and incidentally change your blog avatar and theme in the process, right?
like, at this point my brain's on the verge of just throwing its hands into the air and going "this might as well be happening". which is obviously not the best solution?