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Peter Solarz
cherry valley forever

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Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Janaina Medeiros
Claire Keane
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Mike Driver

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@judenolan
Oh I can pretty much get away with anything. You’ll catch on one day.
Consider me amazed.
Well if they refuse I’ll just order them to do it.
You're more powerful than I thought.
Maybe of the the really quite ones that reads all the time.
Think you can recruit one for sweater making?
I’m not sure… that’s a really good question.
Maybe pose it towards your minions.
But I don’t know how to knit either, we might have to find someone that actually can.
Does anyone under ninety-five knit these days?
Do you know how to knit?
I thought the point of a club was to teach me how.
We’ll have ugly sweaters just in time for christmas!
The perfect gift, straight from the needles.
Should we start with socks or sweaters?
Sweaters. A daunting project, but I think the end result is ultimately more satisfying.
Do you want to start a knitting club with me?
It'd be a pleasure.
We are terrible at naming dogs.
I think we'll have to find new hobbies.
What would you name him then?
Richie.
I think we should rename him Chad.
Chad? That's a terrible name.
You named him Marcus? Poor thing!
I didn't name him actually, I found him wandering around campus in a costume. His tag says Marcus.
You shouldn’t play with rats!
What a terrible thing to say about little Marcus!
I found a friend.
Glory & Gore || Lucien & Jude
The lyrics of a Hozier song that he had been listening to prior before gathering courage and stumbling down the stairs to the Delta basement were more ringing in his head, knocking around his skull. Take me to church, I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your life. He let out a noise, not a shriek, but something that noted his surprise, his entire body lurching forward, slave to the force that Jude applied to it. His light eyes closed and Lucien could no longer breathe, a series of hits burrowing deep into his stomach. He endured one, two, looking up to see the way that he could no longer recognize the man who was putting him through this. Animal, more so than man. Lu smiled for a moment; he had found the muse that he had needed. “Stop,” he gasped, not able to wriggle free of the grip that Jude had him in, the next blow tugging him from the triumph of discovery and into the bright briliance and pain of reality.
Like a multiple personality disorder. Like some kind of mental patient, that's the only way he could describe it. There were two people rattling inside his body, there was Jekyll and there was Hyde. Hyde was a blue eyed monster, and all it took was a couple hits to something breakable to make him come out. He wanted to pretend to not here the protest, he was a wheel turning and wouldn't stop until it had worn down, till Lu crumpled. He wasn't that far gone, Jekyll was in shock but still in the room and he dropped the thin artist in his grip in the same way someone dropped a dish towel when they'd had enough of doing dishes. "Sorry," he breathed out, panting through his mouth, his nose too ruined to and bloodied to do anything more than serve as a contrast to the washed out colours of a face lit up in florescent lights.