I call it “The Dimensional Shuffle”. The feeling comes from the sudden creation of your other universal selves overlapping with the one in contact with The Shuffle before suddenly splitting into new universes. The resulting parallel universes splinter off into random directions with countless possibilities due to the nature of chaos. As the origin of the parallel universes, only my path through each universe is unaltered. 

Do you like consentacles

Do you like Crewt

Because one of my amazing awesome fantastic wonderful buds has been rustling up the good stuff

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8926603

if you check with the vendor, maybe you can exchange? or do a return.

You succeeded, though I assure you it’s styling pomade because it looks great but the texture is the nastiest shit ever. Also: usually smells like fruit candies.

I especially love how his hair looks… It’s so fluffy…

And I thought that curious boom earlier was only fireworks <3.

*cracks ankles*

Okay, so, I’ve been in fandom a long time, and I’ve made a lot of friends, some casual friends who come and go, some fandom-specific friends where we hung out while we were into the same things then drifted apart, and a particular, special clutch of people where I’ve kept them over years, and get the feeling I’ll be keeping them for years yet to come.

You’re part of that latter category of very special people, and it’s for so many reasons. You’re a talented artist, and a phenomenal writer. The imagery you conjure up is just… out of this world. You’re wickedly funny, and you come up with delectable ideas for smut, and you have a wonderful comprehension of the difference between understanding and liking Problematic T.M. characters and excusing what they do.

But what I love so, so much about you is your strength, and your generosity with that strength. Like, I don’t go in for inspiration porn, suffering doesn’t do anyone any favours, but that doesn’t mean I can’t admire the hell out of you for surviving what you have, and admire even more that you have so much thoughtfulness and generosity in you despite that.

A lot of the time I make friends with people and it’s great and all, but because of being autistic, I often feel like there’s some ingredient I’m missing, something where I’m not quite getting the Friendship Formula T.M. right. And I have never felt that with you. Even when I make verbal missteps and similar, I never feel like I’ve broken whatever thread it is that makes a friendship? If I ever had an argument with you, I know it’d be worth figuring out how to make amends afterwards, because I just - I value our friendship so much. You’re someone I want to keep around for a very, very long time.

both are so beautiful... what good news...