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☆゜·。。·゜22 - any pronouns is fine, i'm bisexual. ❥ reblogs only! [nsfw & sfw] ゜·。。·゜★

[yoichiku]

recently ive been caught up in bllk brainrot RIGHT NEAR midterms.. midterms are shit but huge plus is that they’re giving an 2 week academic break so im having a huge blue lock brain rot rn.. specifically, SAE, nagi, bachira, and rinn <33 heavy on sae and i don’t even know why lol

[aquatik]

a little raven told me... iii. a week in summary — ii. the virus has spread

series synopsis: as a student from another world, your friends are dying to know about your life from your homeworld, especially what school was like for you. after sharing a few unique stories from your old school, like the tales of a certain confessional account, you thought nothing of it. that is, until you get a new follower notification from your magicam account one evening, just like an account from your old school. rumors are running, gossip is spreading, all under an anonymous confessions account. oh, what can of tuna worms did you unleash on the student body of night raven college…

who started the account? who knows, maybe some of these submissions lead to deeper confessions with some of your classmates…

a little raven told me… masterlist

multi! twisted wonderland x reader smau

wordcount -> ~ 500 (it's 25 text pictures though!!)

april 6th, the monday after nrc.confessionz dropped. 

not too shabby of a day, you can’t complain. classes were alright, you had a pop quiz for professor trein, but you felt pretty confident about it! ace, deuce, and grim? not so much. overall, not bad. 

grim went to sleep as soon as you guys got to your dorm, always claiming he needs to ‘recharge his brain after such a hard day!’ you don’t blame him, you too indulge in after class naps more often than not, but you weren’t super tired today. you settled on your bed, ready to rot away on your phone for a little before being productive before gasping in horror, rudely waking grim in the process.

magicam. i repeat, magicam. nrc.confessions posted. and it wasn’t about your friend group this time. oh, no, no, no. life isn’t that kind, i fear.

of course. oh, but of course. 

it spread. i repeat, the virus has spread.

IT WAS THE LEECH TWINS OF ALL PEOPLE.

you couldn’t tell what was worse: the walk over to octavinelle where floyd dragged carried you from ramshackle to the mirror chamber to now the monstro lounge (where you could feel a lot of side eyes from passersby), the horrible attempt at an interrogation with azul and his damn portable spotlight, or your friends trying to reason with the tweels.

eventually, you couldn’t tell what it was, either azul not finding conclusive evidence or your friends badgering enough to the point you were ‘released’. more realistically, floyd got bored and walked way, meaning a decent drop in manpower: first years 1, octavinelle trio 0.

after your friends dropped you off at your dorm and grim appeared from wherever he ran off to in your time of peril (and giving him a 'tuna-timeout), you pulled out your phone and started annoyingly typing:

april 7th, the tuesday after nrc.confessionz dropped.

you finally got your phone back from the thief grim after he ran off with it after class, thanks to epel tagging along with you and jack giving you guys an idea of where the direeast ran off to. grim said, and i quote, “i needed my screentime, henchhuman!” okay, ipad kid, whatever you say.

lunch was good for the most part, most of your friend group was sitting together, some had gone off to say hello to other classmates, some were grabbing seconds, the usual. but honestly, you couldn’t help but feel a significant amount of eyes on you, or well, maybe on your table. and you all definitely had an idea why. 

okay…so what if the majority of the school thinks you (or one of your friends) is behind this magicam account? you know it isn’t you— your friends? not so much — but still! you can hold out some hope. 

plus…you can’t lie it’s been a good couple laughs for the most part. it’s all going to die down after today, you’re sure of it! you can see it now: ‘here lies nrc.confessionz, tbh, not missed, lived like for less than a week,’ on the gravestone. 

it's dying down after today, right?

right?

you aren't that lucky

previous: iii. a week in summary ii. the prince and king of pop <- masterlist -> next: iii. a week in summary iii. and then there were two

note: surprise! super late post (for me at least, it's like 5 am and I couldn't sleep T-T) BUT HEY NEW CHAPTER A WIN IS A WIN !! i hope you guys like the floyd pictures they took me out when i was making them 💀 aaa i'll take the time to say thank you for all the love you guys are giving to the series <3 all of your comments and rumor send ins make me giggle and i'm so happy you guys are into this as much as i am! routes will be coming soon, i just want to wrap up this prologue to get us at a good break point (hint, poll coming in soon) BIG BIG thank you to @duchess-rowan-lover for the base of the tweel's rumors, to @theleftovere for the first half of kalim's rumor, and to my stink stink (@shikiyomizu) helping me come up with the second half kalim's rumor!

check out the promo post to see how you can be involved in the story! a little raven might've let it slip that some diasomnia/ignihyde rumors might be next if anyone has heard anything...

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[baobei-bu]

hoodie

[miraeofficial]

When you eventually woke up, the first noise you registered was the sound of your boyfriend, Idia Shroud, peculiar laughter enveloping the silence of his dimly lit bedroom. And of course, odd-sounding noises and upbeat background music coming from the game he was currently playing followed next.

You were currently lying in his bed comfortably, unable to move as you wished, while also receiving soreness in your limbs that led to your expression turning sour because of circumstances escalating into a heated sexual encounter the night before.

These past few weeks, everything feels like shit. Given that it was the busiest time during the semester, many occurrences had demanded all of your time, diligence, and painstaking patience to get through, leaving you drained and emotionally exhausted; it was also the same with Idia.

Neither of you had the energy to properly interact with one another after another dreadful day of responsibilities and stress. Even in texting and video calls, everything was too much work.

So when both of your workloads had gradually lightened up, it was decided by both of your wholehearted consents that you two deserved a night of pure, unadulterated pleasure for the first time to escape from the stress and chaos of everyday life.

Just for one night.

And, oh boy, you came across several remarkable things about him that many would never have known otherwise.

You couldn't find a shy bone in his body. Nothing. Nada. He wasn't stammering with his words or hesitant in his actions. Being underneath him, you were met by his confident smirk and piercing gaze filled with unquenchable lust.

He already knew what he was doing during sex; he didn't even wait for you to give any initiatives. His clothes were smoothly scattered on the floor, along with yours, leaving the both of you in your underwear.

Dragging his mouth from your bruised, sensitive lips to your inviting neck, decorating it with a mix of rosy bite marks and purple love bites. His smirk would widen proudly on your skin whenever you softly moaned in response to his touch, while rocking his weight onto your trembling body, specifically steadily thrusting against your clothed core with his bulging erection.

Slowly, he elevated himself up from your chest, laughter rumbling softly in his chest as he admired the marks he had left on you. "Heh… you’re glitching already? We're not even in the endgame yet," he teased, roughly palming your clothed clit and following with circular motions with his fingers, feeling the heat and wetness seeping through the fabric, as he relishes the sight of you squirming beneath him, thrashing side to side in pleasure and desperation. "Aahh!! Idiaaaa…Nnghaa—!! IDIA!!"

His other hand casually reached up to muffle your adorable, recurring breathy moans with his palm, his eyes partly lidded with sadistic amusement. "Shh, shh," he whispered, his voice low and husky, sliding his hand inside your underwear and feeling the slickness of your arousal coating his fingers.

"While I love hearing you beg and moan," he leaned in closer, as did his fingers, carefully sinking in deeper to your soaked heat, finding access to your most sensitive spot, "I can't guarantee that you won't be heard by others if you keep making so much noise, hmm?" he whispered.

All that could be done was to nod in compliance, thus letting Idia retract his hand from your muffled mouth just to grant you a brief moment to breathe before he leaned in again, this time pressing his lips against yours, cocking his head to the side as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, groaning blissfully as he tasted your sweet surrender, while his fingers merely casually thrust in and out of you with deliberate slowness.

There was a lingering scent of artificial candy on his breath. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting from both of your lips for a brief moment before breaking. Idia's tongue simply jutted out playfully, then developed a smirk as he whispered, removing his hand from your slick folds, "Look at you…"

He takes his precious time to observe your current state. Your disheveled hair falls messily around your face, your cheeks flushed with color, and you squeeze your legs together to alleviate the persistent aching between them. You look so fucking delectable.

Another round of chuckles escapes his lips as he playfully slaps your clothed pussy, causing you to gasp in surprise. "Now, what other proof do you need that I’m not the shy little shut-in you thought I was?"

If only you could deliver a hardbound copy of a list of all the ways he's proven himself wrong, you'd have it ready in an instant.

And now here he was, curling his lanky figure at his desk like a contented cat, blissfully playing on his Nintendo Switch with his pathetic, adorable grin as if he didn't have a care in the world.

As if he didn’t just eat you out like a man starved for days, pushing your hips upwards while he devours your cunt so you couldn't squirm away with his tongue buried deep inside you, sucking and licking every inch of your wetness until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

As if he didn't have your legs raised on his shoulders while he plunged his heavy cock deep inside your abused hole in a mating press just last night and refused to take his length out until both of you slept while being stuffed full of his essence??

Eventually, he started to feel a burning gaze directed at him and curiously turned his head to you without pausing his game. His giddy grin was still attached to his face, though noticeably gotten wider the moment he realized you were finally awake, as he excitedly gestured his console to you.

"Hey, hey, look!" Without ever a greeting of any kind or a considerate pause to let you fully wake up, he immediately showed you the screen of his console, almost blinding your eyes with the bright colors and flashing lights. "What do you think about the characters I created for this game? Cute, right?"

Your face scrunched up, attempting to get a better look at the screen, slightly wincing in pain when the soreness of your limbs hit you all at once.

All you could see was two blocky characters accurately resembling pixelated versions of your boyfriend and yourself, with exaggerated features and detailed costumes. The two characters are being lovey-dovey to one another, swirls of pink hearts floating around them as they danced on the screen.

… Is that Tomodachi Life?

Your expression deadpan.

"It's...interesting," you replied, trying to sound enthusiastic despite your exhaustion.

"Right?! Hehehehe~ I knew you’d get it!" He kissed your cheek as he continued to ramble animatedly with pure unfiltered glee about all the processes he had done to create your virtual relationship and quirky interactions in the game.

However, you weren't listening to his musings; you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief.

How the fuck did he switch so fast?

[ramen8008]

Wonder Woman: Batman, we could make good use of Nightwing with this. Would you call him?

Dick, who's filling in for Bruce as Batman: I'll call him

---

Hal: you've gained some muscles

Jason, dressed as Nightwing: I started working out

Hal: Damn. What's the routine cause I just saw you last week and you look completely different.

Jason: steroids

Dick, as batman: *chokes on coffee*

---

Superman: We might need someone who's good with guns, hm... Hey Nightwing you're in contact with redhood, right? Could you have him come?

Jason, as Nightwing: ... I don't see why not

---

Wonder woman: this security is an issue we need someone who can hack this system long enough for us to get pass

Superman: hey hood, any chance you can give red robin a call?

Tim, with 5 inches of padding, as redhood: on it

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Hal: isn't robin usually with you all?

Flash: yeah we could use him with this one

Superman: Red Robin, would you call in Robin for us?

Damian, in red robin costume: he's dead

[killerplink]

I'M SCREAMING BHAHAHAHAHA

[the-quasar-hero]

It’s extremely fucked up that some ppl try to make you feel stupid and immature for hoping for a better world. You say you want world peace and mfs think you need a pacifier; dawg, I just don’t want ppl dying from violence. This idea that ppl simply must die as casualties of war is misanthropic to say the least.

[sydsartcorner]

hi guys I come to offer floyd breaking containment

[idiasplayertwo]

*runs...* no wait, *runs back*

[uhhhhmanda]

Just came home from a dinner party with the friendgroup at which several people kept saying "Ask Pedro" or "Pedro will know" and I was terrified that they were referring to an AI like Claude but no, thank fuck, they were referring to a cardboard cutout of Pedro Pascal that someone left upstairs and who has been designated a kind of patron saint status in the household.

[aquatik]

a little raven told me… i. piece of my world

series synopsis: as a student from another world, your friends are dying to know about your life from your homeworld, especially what school was like for you. after sharing a few unique stories from your old school, like the tales of a certain confessional account, you thought nothing of it. that is, until you get a new follower notification from your magicam account one evening, just like an account from your old school. rumors are running, gossip is spreading, all under an anonymous confessions account. oh, what can of tuna worms did you unleash on the student body of night raven college…

who started the account? who knows, maybe some of these submissions lead to deeper confessions with some of your classmates…

a little raven told me... masterlist

multi! twisted wonderland x reader smau

wordcount -> 2.3k

lunchtime at night raven college, you've come to realize, can be quite a chaotic mess (which can be said to pretty much all aspects of this school, in hindsight). i mean, you think you’ve reached this conclusion a long time ago, considering how long it has been since the magic mirror brought you to twisted wonderland…but, no. 

this really is your life now. 

it’s always something here at night raven. it could be riddle chasing down the maniacially laughing eel twin, the former’s face truly living up to the ‘rosy-red tyrant’ moniker given to him your first few days here as he chased the slightly taller of the two eel twins, floyd seemingly having the time of his life. it could also be the occasional sass thrown across, most notably whenever vil and leona are involved. while rare that they're both found in the same area during lunch, considering leona is usually napping lunchtime away in the school’s greenhouse, the quippy remarks are always a guarantee. honestly, the list can go on and on… 

yeah, you love it here. genuinely. sure there've been a lot of…incidents (name: overblots), but you’ve also made really amazing friendships (as much as everyone involved denies it — night raven college really is filled with prideful students). one group of those friendships are your fellow first years.

ace, deuce, jack, epel, ortho, and sebek…and of course, grim, but you and him are essentially a no-brainer. the ‘first-year squad’, as cater had dutifully named you guys afternoon as him and trey passed by your group in the library once. 

‘oh? hey, look there, trey! it’s our adeuce combi! and all the rest of the first-years. oh em gee, it’s the first-year squad! yeah, let’s get a pic for magicam, you all look totes adorbs!’ and of course, he took multiple pictures much to everyone's dismay, posting it with the appropriate hashtags and tagging everyone.  

guess the nickname stuck around, as most of your guys’ seniors called your group as such. speaking of…

“prefect,” ace whined, laying his head on the lunchroom table, “please, tell me tonight is still on. riddle’s gonna make us study all night if we stay at heartslabyul…” 

a loud snort came from another one of the guys at your table, his arms crossed over his chest, chin held slightly up high, “hah! perhaps it’s for the best tonight gets canceled, knowing you, ace, you need that supervision,” sebek huffed, smugly smirking as ace’s head popped up, “hah? you wanna run that by me again, sebek?”

“ace, cut it out,” deuce said, turning to his friend. “at this rate, she’s going to cancel tonight if you keep acting out like this. and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get a little studying in…” the heartslabyul first-year with the spade eye makeup said, which just resulted in a snarky comeback from ace, which led to more bickering. 

saved by the hypothetical bell at least— the remainder of your friends made their way to the table, having gotten stuck in their respective classes. sometimes you all would sit with different groups at lunch, but the majority of the time you all have taken to sitting together. 

grim in usual grim fashion was trying to swipe everyone’s food as ‘payment’ for being late, even if he was also late. jack resulted in lecturing grim, ortho and epel were trying to catch up to whatever chaotic mess they came back to. yep, same old same old…

“say, prefect. is the sleepover at ramshackle tonight still awn?” epel asked, straightening up and glancing around to make sure his housewarden (and vice-housewarden at that) didn’t hear his slip in accent. ortho perked up, the little flame over his heart flicking just a bit, “ouu! i can bring this new multi-player game my brother and i were trying out last night!”

you nodded at your two friends, but it seems like everyone else was distracted. you cleared your throat, fist covering your mouth, “hey, guys. remember, sleepover at ramshackle today if your housewardens said yes.”

“and you have to bring a ten-can-of-tuna-entry-fee!” grim said triumphantly, standing up with one paw in the air. you quickly put your hand in front of him, pulling him down the table, “no, you do not,” you deadpanned. 

“you two, cut it out! save it for spelldrive or something!” jack said, turning to the still bickering heartslabyul duo before scratching his head, “actually, that wouldn’t work. you two are in the same dorm…save it for beans day or something, just hope you get put on separate teams…” he trailed off. 

“i never really understood some of the events at night raven…” you added, “i mean, from what you guys have told me, beans day sounds a little similar to something the seniors did at my school.” the guys all turned to face you:

“really? that’s pretty cool! what was that like?” ortho asked.

“well, it was this thing called senior assassin. it wasn’t school sponsored, but the seniors would all be assigned random targets either in duos or a free-for-all, depending what rules the seniors chose that year. basically, they had to ‘take out’ their targets with a water gun. there were some places of immunity like school, anywhere else they had to wear like arm floaties or goggles. it would get pretty intense,” you explained, “oh! and there was a betting pool involved from a registration fee, it could get up to three-hundred to four-hundred depending on the senior class size.”

if possible, you could definitely see thaumark signs over ace’s pupils, “heyy, we should totally do that—” he said before sebek cut him off, “no way, human! she just said it was a senior activity. either way, the great malleus would dominate in such a trivial matter if it was conducted in this school!” he boasted. 

“prefect, are there any other things they did at your school?” deuce asked as epel nodded his head in agreement, “yeah! please tell us, we’d love to hear more about your world’s customs!”

you scratched your temple, “i mean, there wasn’t really much…i feel like everything is boring compared to the things done here.”

after some insistent nagging encouragement, you told them about a few things you could name off the top of your head: homecoming (the game and the dance), prom, certain club events, anything you could think of, even if much wasn’t coming to mind.

“oh! i completely forgot, this actually happened a little before i was transported here. we had an anonymous confessions account.”

most of the guys tilted their heads, “an anonymous what…?” ace asked, raising his brow.

you clapped your hand, “okay, so, basically, someone made an account on our social media, think of it like magicam. people would send in anything. think confessions, rumors, complaints, dating attempts, shit-talking, you name it, someone probably sent it in. the account would post these, most of the time people chose to stay anonymous but some people would put their names, or frame others.” 

“did nobody find out who it was behind the account?” ortho asked, suddenly a lot more invested with the whole mystery. 

shaking your head, you responded, “nope. not that i’m aware of, at least. it was the most recent thing happening before the black carriage ran me over on my way home one night.”

“i’ll say…that must’a gotten around real quick,” epel said while deuce nodded his head

“what a bunch of cowards,” jack said, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest, “if they had a problem with each other, no better way then to say it straight to the face, why hide behind—” 

“I COMPLETELY AGREE, JACK!” sebek shouted, startling not only your table, but alerting most of the lunch area, “WHAT COWARDLY BEHAVIOR, ONLY FOOLS WOULD HIDE BEHIND AN ANONYMOUS ACCOUNT TO SPEW RUMOR AND NONSENSE OF OTHERS.” 

…right…

“talk about passionate…” deuce said, his eyes darting around the lunch area. honestly, you could feel a lot of familiar eyes staring right at you guys…“by the seven, sebek, you’re loud as hell.” ace sighed, shaking his head.

“I AM NOT!”

“buddy…” grim shook his head, and some of you laughed it off. lunch wrapped up quick after that and you all planned to see each other later at ramshackle. 

sleepovers at ramshackle were…chaotic to say the least. imagine: you’re putting eight of night raven college’s notorious troublemakers unfortunately-involved-in-conflict students in a room for a night, with no ‘true’ housewarden supervision as you’re acting head (and let’s be honest, you enjoy most of it). you can imagine.

except its not that bad. swear on grims tuna!

at least tonight, it’s been pretty chill. grim is obviously swiping all of the snacks the others had brought, ortho true to his word brought a video game for everyone to enjoy along with some board games. there genuinely was an intention to do some studying, but ace said, and quote, ‘we are not doing grandma activities at grandma hour!’

card games was a huge thing for you guys, even the early sleepers jack and sebek would stay wide away for your guys’ tournaments. sometimes it was spoons, other times it was bullshit, occasionally it was a big spit tournament, and recently, uno got banned from the ramshackle household for the foreseeable future as a certain someone broke furniture last time and you were not having it. 

tonight, it was a match of spoons. strangely enough, deuce was knocked out of the competition first round, much to his dismay and much to grim’s contentment, as it was usually the little feline that got knocked out first round due to not being able to reach fast enough (even when given the ‘you can sit closer to the spoons’ advantage). 

sebek proudly held up a bent metal spoon as he took ace out of the second to last round, leaving him and ortho as the final two. you can add this to the growing pile of ‘spoons that have been bent due to the first-year squad™’  “alright, that’s enough. it’s BYOS—bring your own spoons— next time!” you sighed, quietly mourning your metal spoon.

grim snickered, “hey, deuce, since you lost the first round, you need to bring the replacement spoon. off you go, my little lackey!” 

as ace begrudgingly shuffled the deck, everyone looked over at deuce who had…fallen asleep? he was slumped over the coffee table, his phone laid next to him, quietly snoring. “it is not sleeptime! even jack and sebek are still awake.”

epel shrugged, looking at everyone, “he’s prolly just tired. get a picture though.” ortho was quick to snap a few pics at nice angles. he went over to ace, and they shared a look, the look. 

“hey, maybe we should move him—” jack said, starting to push up from the floor to move his sleep-ridden friend, but ortho hovered over, silently cackling behind his hand as he blocked jack’s route.

ace straighted up, clearing his throat, “wow guys! i suuuuree am happy we studied for that extra hard exam we have tomorrow for history of magic! i would hate to be sleeping…this exam is worth half our final grade!” ace said, enunciating certain words as he held his phone, the camera pointed towards his friend.

seemingly, some words got through to your dear friend, as deuce shot his head up, hair already in dismay as he frantically looked around the room, “no way! i can’t afford to fail, then i really won’t be an honors student!” he panicked, grabbing the nearest book, frantically skimming through it.

“hey, loosey-deucy~” ace called out, “look over here!” 

before deuce could even react, a flash of light blinded him, his eyes wide as he had yet to register what was going on.

“pfft—” grim laughed, covering his mouth with his paw. “deuce, you idiot!” 

you sighed, shaking your head. one of your hands reached your temple, rubbing small circles at your friends. you looked around, at least hoping someone was taking this a little more seriously, but you couldn’t help but start laughing alongside everyone. hell, if sebek and jack were stifling laughs, that just told you it was funny. 

“awe man, i’m gonna bust a gut!” ace hollered, holding his phone away as he rapidly started tapping his screen, trying to keep it away from his now angered friend. deuce angrily gritted, getting up to go after ace, but ortho came and held him back. 

seven phone notifications went off at the same time in the living room as ace happily tossed his phone to the side. his bubble of happiness soon popped as deuce finally got past ortho and was shaking ace by his collar. of course, ortho recorded that. you looked down at the notification you got on your phone, it was from magicam:

ace_trappola_ tagged you in a story.

before you could open the notification, epel elbowed your arm, tears in his eyes from his laughter as he showed you the post:

(please click, it’s a video)

eventually, everyone settled down — kinda. at least there were no more casualties in the form of spoons (for now). as per usual, sebek and jack called it earlier than the rest of you, sebek sitting up every few minutes to lowly, “SHH. CEASE YOUR CHATTER!” which got him a pillowfull from jack the last time around. 

everyone finally settled for bed, everyone was accounted for, except for one sneaky heartslabyul first-year that probably went to the bathroom. the living room was dark, except for the moonlight filtering in through the window. nights like these really made being transported to twisted wonderland worth it…

except there was a small led light that turned on, you flipped to the side to see epel on his phone, “you okay, epel…?”

“oh! yeah, everything’s good. i’m just makin’ sure vil doesn’t know how late i‘m stayn’ up. he’ll really have my head,” epel said quietly, locking his screen, giving you a quiet goodnight. 

right before you drifted off to sleep, you felt your phone vibrate. you grabbed it from underneath your pillow and dismissed the spam email. however, you noticed you had missed a notification from magicam, when did that come in…? nrc.confessionz started following you.

previous: promo post <- masterlist -> next: a bald accusation (to be posted).

taglist (open!): @yyuangss @shikiyomizu

note: i’m ngl ive had that smau post of deuce done for a week and i giggle everytime i watch it again i hope you guys find it funny :( first twst writing WOOO im so hype.

check out the promo post to see how you can be involved in the story!

[akin0ue]

Started playing Twisted Wonderland again, and now I just want to constantly draw Riddle (゜゜;

[strawsoldier]

I love him so much

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

[lonestarflight]

Apollo 17 vs Artemis II

[mementochao]

Despite everything, it's still you.

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Also prev tags:

That's really cool actually

[tanoraqui]

#excuse me but are you telling me that the Apollo pic is made with the help of the SUN and the Artemis one with the help of the MOON??? #that's actually so poetic i want to cry

@gorandomshesaid wait i need to sit with this one. wait.

[majunju]

he’s a lil familiar ….

[cutecipher]

science has always been political. what gets studied. what doesnt. who gets to do the studying. on and on and on.

[cutecipher]

scientists on this post: yuuuup 👍

people who aren't scientists: um actually ☝️

[theconcealedweapon]

[a-secret-land]

Ponyo (2008)