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cryinghour · 10 months
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deadass what if I wrote a GWitch fic
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cryinghour · 3 years
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steeeeven but make it ✨angy✨
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cryinghour · 3 years
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when i was a child, i caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye i turned to look, but it was gone i cannot put my finger on it now the child has grown - the dream has gone
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cryinghour · 3 years
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Welcome back!!!!! I was wondering where you were. Hope you're doing well
haha thank you!! im mostly on twitter and ig these days, mementocat / memento_cat respectively (as it wont let me claim my name on ig, cool).
anyways im doing alright, having a big ol trans awakening and whatnot (hence the new(er) name lol), also i work at a bank now 
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cryinghour · 3 years
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ps hi everyone!!! im, uh, kind of back? a little? 
sorry for vanishing for like, almost a year with no explanation or whatnot lmao. whoops.
im working on finishing asbasf finally, because ive got a long weekend this week and, why not! so, keep an eye out for that i suppose. yeah!! 
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cryinghour · 3 years
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i dont know what to do, you dont know what to say the scars on my mind are on replay, replay 
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cryinghour · 4 years
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Preorders are officially open!
Visit hundredsofpearlszine.com to preorder your copy of the zine or any of the merch!
We’re offering the zine in both physical and PDF form, a sheet of 10 stickers, 4 pins, 4 double-sided charms, a poster, and a deck of trading cards featuring most of the Pearls in the zine. Additionally, we offer four different bundles so you can save money and get even more Pearl love! 
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cryinghour · 4 years
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now you’re all gone all gone all gone, I bet ya don’t feel lighter, well no I don’t feel lighter
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cryinghour · 4 years
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Steven and the Stevens
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cryinghour · 4 years
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hey kids! I got an ask wondering about the next chapter of asbasf and I promise it’s coming eventually!!!
I’m so sorry for the terrible wait... obvs things are going on offline that are causing the chapter to be delayed? but also some stuff in my personal life as well ... sad yee haw. not to be too terribly vague or anything but it’s all been quite a lot for me lately and my creative energy lately has just been. bzzt! but I still intend on wrapping up asbasf before the end of this month, I prome u.
anyways while you’re here though - check out the black lives matter carrd and consider donating and signing some petitions, thank you!!
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cryinghour · 4 years
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steven confronts feral connie
audio is from the witcher
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cryinghour · 4 years
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cryinghour · 4 years
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Aid to Navigation: Chapter 1
Summary:
For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Corruption does not come without consequence.
“I…” He lifted his head to look at her, his expression haunted. “I can’t see out of my left eye…”
Here it is, the first chapter of my SU fic! Lighthouses are fucking hard to draw!
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cryinghour · 4 years
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(day 251)
And then, surprisingly enough to Steven - the world continued to turn.
He didn’t know why that came as such a shock to him as it did - perhaps, he figured, because the last time he had had such a meltdown, it had felt like the earth had come to a screeching, suddenly jarring halt? He expected the rug pulled out from him, because Last Time, he had transformed into the horrible, monstrous manifestation of his pain, and then for months on end he had existed in a state of almost - nonexistence. He had had to come crawling back into the reality of the world he had lived in, had to fight for the right to stand on his own two feet -
Except that when he did crawl back, he was marked, scarred by the experience of his breakdown (literally and figuratively, and he didn’t even want to think about the literal scars, coursing up and down his back like a branded note to the world), and then - had to spend months studying and learning: how to re-mesh with the world he had fallen out of, as well.
(Of course, when he had mentioned this all to Dr. A, she had pointed out that, most likely, this was a thing that only he had noticed, that no one else had mentioned anything of the sort to him at all, and it was all just a figment of his imagination. But he had brushed her aside, because - well, of course no one was going to mention it to him! That would be rude, and - they wouldn’t do that, no matter how true it was or not.)
There was a clear delineation (to him, at least) between the time of Steven before his extremely public breakdown, and the time of Steven afterwards - who was the Steven in recovery and who went to therapy once a week, every week, and took medication for his broken brain.
And never shall the twain meet. There was no way for him to really go back, after all, no way for him to erase what had happened - despite how much he really, really wished he could.
(read chapter 19 on ao3)
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cryinghour · 4 years
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guess that i grew up a bit
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cryinghour · 4 years
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ok but i cried
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cryinghour · 4 years
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oh no
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