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END OF THE SEMESTER SEMI-HIATUS

If it’s not incredibly obvious yet, I’ve been super AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA lately. I’m down to the last three weeks of class before finals, and I’m just completely lacking in energy lately. The burnout is just so fucking real at the moment lol. I’ve got three papers due before the end of the semester, one class I’m a liiiittle behind on, and another that I am actually incredibly worried I’m going to fail YET AGAIN, which is going to fuck up everything if I do because I need to pass all my shit to get into UCF in the fall. Basically, everything is kinda awful atm.

Anyway, I’ll be around on IMs and Skype and Discord, but there probably won’t be too much in the way of activity here until finals week. I’m super #stressed and exhausted and just… blegh feeling. Like honestly I’m about to post this and then just crawl back into bed with my notes because that’s how crappy I feel at the moment.

pls pray 4 me

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A  LIFETIME  SPENT  TRAVELING  THE  GALAXY,   drifting between star systems, between planets, and cities and colonies. He has seen so much, that he feels as if hardly anything can surprise him anymore. To  experience  what he has, to know what he knows, and  yet --------------- it gives him pause to find this one. Confused, frightened beyond measure. No, it is not her fear that draws his attention, but a certain something about the poor girl. A certain  AURA  that draws him in, pistol lowered.

“ Are you alright? ”

@moonjeweled | starter call

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THANE PUNCHES GARRUS IN THE FUCKIN FACE

@turianrebel

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OUT.    Also, a to-do list for this blog:

1. Make some more icons 2. Finish Thane’s dossier 3. Add a mains/exclusives page 4. Reorganize rules into someting easier to read through 5. Maybe other stuff??

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“ SOMETHING  IS  TROUBLING  YOU. ”  He enjoys their conversations in life support ------------ she is  ruthless  without doubt, but strong-willed and  insightful.  Now he sees the crease in her brow and finds himself frowning.  “ Do you wish to speak about it? ”

@pastismyown | starter call

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“ DOES  IT  FEEL... STRANGE?   To wander freely like this ------------ I suppose for you perhaps not.  Forgive me,  it’s... difficult to fathom. ”

@unshackledai | starter call

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pathfdr a réagi à votre billet : OUT.    I should probably change my dash icon but...

i h8 u

dont be a fuckin liar nani

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OUT.    I should probably change my dash icon but for some reason I’m really attached to it.

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“ ------------NOT  QUITE  WHAT  I  EXPECTED.   This must be commonplace, working with you. ”   It’s not meant in a negative way ------ on the contrary, he sounds rather  amused.   “ How did you know he would do that? ”

@masscni | starter call

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                                              THE UNIVERSE IS A DARK PLACE.             I’M TRYING TO MAKE IT BRIGHTER BEFORE I DIE.

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OUT.    hit like for a short thing after i make some icons and play through a little more of this game.

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OUT.    hit like for a short thing after i make some icons and play through a little more of this game.

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❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞

↳ ANNNNND WE’RE THE GAME GRUMPS! // @pastismyown // accepting

“ ...I  THINK  MY  TRANSLATOR  IS  MALFUNCTIONING.  Could you repeat that? ”

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❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞

↳ ANNNNND WE’RE THE GAME GRUMPS! // @gunnerychief // accepting

“ HMN.  I  SUPPOSE  SO. ”   A gentle smile, fingers laced together in front of him.  ( Today is a good day ------------ he breathes easier today. He isn’t as dizzy. He knows better than to think of this as progress. )   “ And what happened next?  He surely did not  survive  the experience. ”

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famous first lines of poetry

BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked  //  tyger tyger, burning bright   //  i have done it again.  //   do not go gentle into that good night.  //  the sea is calm to-night.  //  let us go then, you and i,  //  april is the cruelest month, //  pretty women wonder where my secret lies.  //  there is a place where the sidewalk ends  // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  //  whose woods these are i think i know //  let us twain walk aside from the rest;  //  once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, //   i taught myself to live simply and wisely  // it so happens i am sick of being a man //  i wandered lonely as a cloud  //  does it dry up like a raisin in the sun ?  // o my love is like a red, red rose  //  o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;  // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago,  //  you may write me down in history //  do not stand at my grave and weep  // some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.  //  hope is the thing with feathers  //  the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,  //  no man is an island

remember me when i am gone away,  // i met a traveller from an antique land //  ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves  // this is thy hour o soul,  //  when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //  death be not proud,  //  and death shall have no dominion.  //  laugh, and the world laughs with you;  // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; //  to see a world in a grain of sand  //  is there anybody there? said the traveller //  nobody heard him, the dead man,  //  that crazed girl improving her music.  //  come to me in the silence of the night;  //  where the mind is without fear and the head is held high  //  when you are old and grey and full of sleep,  //  in flanders’ fields the poppies blow  //   i thought of you and how you love this beauty  // life, believe, is not a dream  //  it may be misery not to sing at all,  // if starry space no limit knows

come live with me and be my love,  //  had we but world enough and time,  //  my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense //  bright star, would i were steadfast as thou art– //  thou still unravish’d bride of quietness  //  how do i love thee? let me count the ways.  // heaven is what i cannot reach !   //  my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night //  shall i compare thee to a summers day? //  break, break, break  //  she walks in beauty,  // i had a dream, which was not all a dream. //  he clasps the crag with crooked hands.

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