#nightmare webweave

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workin' on something

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whatever. im not deanoning but if im gonna make a second idiot webweave for this here is the pink hoodie exchange series. in which we imagine a world where the pre-worn + inside-joke pink hoodies have behind the scene ripple effects.

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ant with deep knowledge of typesofants.org lore

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A MOODBOARD FOR THE PURPOSE OF ILLUSTRATING THE SNOWFORT FROM LAST LIFE IMAGINED AS IF WERE FROM THE TERRIBLE REAL ESTATE POCKET DIMENSION, WHICH IS A UNIVERSE WHERE TERRIBLEREALESTATEAGENTPHOTOS ARE LITERALLY REAL, AS EVERYONE KNOWS. THANKS

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several simultaneous readings: passage potluck live packet 9/1/20, opinion | the pianist and the lobster, sonny's blues. a false visual collage arranged in none of the order that i read any of them in in an attempt to create something like an emotional truth of finding i had submitted the pianist and the lobster for the potluck, then reading passages and paragraphs from the essay in tandem when one became too much. recommended soundtrack:

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developing a cosmology of distant stations au through the only medium i know how: nightmare webweaves. it's about the concept of the Self; it's about temporal challenges produced by asynchronous videophonic communication; it's about the big mean Editor in the sky who has chosen you to fulfill the network's vision that all boredom be amused.

The television ended up wedged in the corner of the parthenon that already housed a few small chests and a meager cot. Since the copies wandered off he thought more about the partition between the life he broadcast and the one he lived. He liked to think he reported the latter accurately, transparently, forthcomingly - but life lived was better summarized than seen. This was the deal: you considered your angles, you tried to make something worth ogling, and prayed the edit would comprise more victories than failures. Television didn't discriminate, bending always toward the sensational, the extraordinary. Bdubs was not an especially prayerful man, but he still superstitiously mumbled I can quit anytime I want as he fumbled with the dials and antennae.

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not finishing the fic tonight either and i don't wanna talk about it but i do want to post about it so that's right it's nightmare webweave: pink edition.

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beau made me post this and i just want it to be out ofm y drafts so i never have to think abt it or look at it again. im sick email me never. but if you do thots below the cut

trying to think as i doze off but have been meditating on how actually etho is the guy who changed the most and bdubs has always been the exact same. in that ep he's trying to get etho to tell him what he hates abt his house & will do whatever he says but etho demures and is like it's fine it's nice sorry for ruining your episode. i think that. bdubs always offering himself up as something to push against + deep abiding admiration for etho even before etho did half the things he's beloved for today only SEEMS different.

and i think that in my universe of What Ifs, Back Then there's a moment where etho has a switch flip bc he's played off it and enjoys it a lot. but one day it clicks that oh bdubs means it like every time. and this means that he's not actually the timid one and he could have as much power in controlling the conversation/dynamic/whatever he wants. and it's just been like this for ages but now he Knows.

you know kind of like how last life makes him realize bdubs can be really devoted if allowed and is so hesitant to hurt/kill him unless it's for jokes later.