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soundofmind says...



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Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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alliyah says...



huzzah! [sound has won + maybe i get an honorable mention for locking the thread idk... will need to consult whoever writes the record books around here ;) ]

CONGRATULATIONS SOUND O' MIND! YOUR DILIGENCE HAS MADE IT TO THE END OF THE THREAD! Woohoo!

You may have the honors of starting a new one, or leave it to someone else to curse them with a million notifs.

EDIT: ~ record has been recorded for the ages

Previous Winners of Last Person to Post Here Hall of Fame:



@phantom_blackfire_wings
@Love Jan 2012
@zohali93 July 2012
@KatKage Aug 2012
@wordsandwishes Jan 2013
@Iggy Jan 2014
@r4p17 Feb & June 2015
@Editor Aug 2015
@Steggy Jan 2016
@Brigadier Mar & June 2017
@LibertyJune 2020
@QueenMadrose January 2022
@KateHardy February 2022
@ForeverYoung299 Feb 2022
@Moonglade Feb 2022
@soundofmind (& @alliyah) April 2023
you should know i am a time traveler &
there is no season as achingly temporary as now
but i have promised to return








It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien