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Christmas, or space isn't all that cold in December.

by effieebbtide

Stars are actually snowballs, constantly being thrown at each other by the playful children that are the Old Gods. Planets are ornaments that adorn the Christmas tree in the center of the Solar System. One of them has a floral pattern, one of them has the British flag on it, and one of them, I think, is half-shattered, only held together by the holy adhesive that is tape. The meteors are popcorn garlands, that we popped the other night. Now they're stale and flavorless, so we decided to decorate space with them.
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Written by
effieebbtide
19 / Transfeminine
Published
Dec 18, 2015
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#shatter#stars#space#ornaments#snow#tape#christmas#popcorn#floral#snowballs
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