#grey space

[mossyrockk123]

Regulus Arcturus ‘and I'm being so mean, and we're caught in between, and I know that this happened yesterday, but please, won't you stay?’

to

Sirius Orion ‘if you were in my shoes (yes it’s natural), you’d walk the same damn miles I do’ Black

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

gray space is so underrated omgg

[trytodream]

Iromo, omori who is inverted. He inhabits Grey Space (original i kno *eye roll*), a place where forgotten and faded memories lie, specifically where imaginary friends are. He weilds a red knife that ironicly brings people 'back to life' essentially letting them leave Grey Space to be remembered and noticed again by the Dreamer in Head Space.

[crankfessions]

I wanna straddle ethan, which is weird because i'm ace but hes really hot lmaooo

Honestly OP? That's so valid - Mod Unus

[recoveringfromllfe]

My poem + another person’s poem

A Prayer

Sometimes it hits me

as simple as the wind

swirling around the day

touching on the moments of pain

marks on the body that won’t go away

but to have trouble associating the memories to which they align

to be thankful to have the confusion over the memory

to not have to wake up everyday at the bottom of the ocean

to not have it sting when I open my eyes

to be able to look at the sun a little longer

to be able to look into people’s eyes a little longer

to be in a bubble of rage inside this nuclear unit

to predict the alchemy of the next explosion so it doesn’t affect you

to no longer identify.

Underwater Everything is Blurry

I can say

That I miss you

That I wish—

Things seem underwater.

It’s the same feeling

As having let your breath out,

So you sink to the bottom of the pool

And you don’t have goggles on.

Everything is blurry,

But your eyes are open.

When I saw Luther the other day

(Or year, perhaps)

He wondered if we were living

Beneath a lighter water:

The clouds being the underside of waves,

Because in space and beneath the ocean

We need suits to live and

If aliens ever appeared,

That would need shits

To breath our air,

Our water.

That was his reasoning.

You can say—

Maybe it’s all water.

May eve we’re all just floating

In different zones of the abyss,

Maybe things do seem under something.

I’m sorry, but

We can’t talk anymore.

It’s too difficult, like listening

To you tune a guitar and the pitch appears

For a moment and a tone

(A natural harmonic)

Is heard only to vibrate

Away.

(That was all a while ago, but

As music through water or walls,

I miss you again and think—

Isn’t it blurry hear,

Can I perhaps

Get a suit?)

I think my poem is better.  But I’m glad I didn’t submit it to the magazine.  If I did, and it didn’t get in, that would’ve been just awful.

[jeffersonhairpie]

Rey and Ben having angry Force sex offscreen in EP IX and Hux barges into Ben's room and sees the Supreme Leader's asshole expanding and contracting as Rey Force-fucks him across the stars and Ben has to come up with an explanation for this that doesn't involve literally sleeping with the enemy so he tells Hux that he likes to fuck himself with a Force Cock and will the ginger shit please exit his sleeping quarters

[greyspaceart-blog]

Uh Huh Hunny 🐝🍯

[mossyrockk123]

grey space by cavetown was written for regulus and narcissa black.