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Shipping a polycule? Call that armadaing.

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Remembering.

On that Autumn day

—I believe it was in August —

When I realized I Ioved you,

The trees would have been turning.

Like your bright hair they shone with yellow,

Changing as you routinely change the hue.

The wind whistled as your laugh echoes still, I'm sure,

Without me.

That laugh filled the room, you know. I doubt that's changed.

The sky shone bright blue as though emulating your eyes,

Leaves on the ground dotting the path

As heavily as you had filled my life.

Soon thereafter, that laughing wind

Swept them away.

A wheel turned, it was you then that followed

And left only the imprints of your presence.

The sun cast down its blanket,

Enveloping and warming just as I imagined

Your arms,

Your breath beside my ear

Would.

My mind still paints the same picture:

Heat exchanged between us under a throw on your couch. A miniature sun within your sternum.

Feeling your rising and falling chest, the winds' changing song alive and well inside of you.

My head brushed by your tousled dandelion strands as I rest it on your shoulder, as leaves make their brief contact in their flurries.

It was an Autumn day when I realized I loved you,

And Winter when the memories were all I had left.

(5 March 2025)

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ICE raids happening in Chicago on Tuesday January 21st. Get organized and get prepared.

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"'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door

Oh, hard times, come again no more."

—Stephen Foster, Hard Times

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I'm currently making a survival book, its going to inclue everything you need to run, how to cross borders (only if necessary), the safest states right now, the unsafest states, how to protect yourself in a red area, what places to stay at if your running, nearby jobs and other ways to get money, what foods are best to get, how to make certain foods, electronic related advice, the safest messaging apps, what not to say in messages, guide to doctors if you have a uterus or are a women, what plants are safe to eat, various poisons, how to deal with cops, a map of the local area and where cops hang out, how to survive in the woods, clothes you should bring, what to do about your period if your on the run, methods of birth control and what's the best, how to legally change your name and the amount of money it costs, how to a car if your in a non walkable area, first aid tips, how to get and use a burner phone, what type of weapons you might need and how to use them, a guide on how to use most commonplace guns, chargers to use for any devices you might bring.

All of it, I've got multiple notebooks to I'm spreading it across them.

I'm looking for other things to add too it, or if you see one or more subjects in here that you know a lot about/ can help with, feel free to reply or reblog with it, and if you don't want it attached to your profile, my asks are open and free to use. Anything is helpful, anything at all.

I'll be deleting this by January, you have until then to send.

Please, please please please, reblog this. don't just 'like' it

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TMRA? Racist? You think I like Ayn Rand?

Yeah. Okay.

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message to all bitches

please survive

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Down by the River Wyld

"Oh child, oh child,"

Said Mama stern,

"Don't go down by the River Wyld,

For no soul does, not squirrel nor tern,

And leaves its banks a-better changed

By what sleeps beneath its muddy waves."

"Yes Mama, yes Mama,"

I answered her,

"I'll not go down by the River Wyld,

Its banks to swerve

Its muddy waves to leap

And things beneath it now asleep."

The day that followed passed so slow,

Winds sighing in open branches

And whipping to a frenzy grasses low

That pierce the ground like pointed lances.

Jagged clouds stifled scarce light,

Dimmed ground rising countless shadows to sight.

Out playing with faithful hound,

I stumbled momentary, leash escaping hand.

Off he dashed, off in flight, off in fleeting chase of sound

From squirrel or tern or quarry grand.

South, to where the River Wyld flows

Beneath the path of highest crow.

I followed calling, crying out for him

As my feet against wind-worn stones did scrape

And scratch and thin.

Kept in view the running shape

Until before me, not too far,

The River Wyld's sloshing tar.

And then came quiet. Not a peep or call

From squirrel, tern, or any creature small.

I'd passed beyond some wondrous, calming wall,

With looks above to show no birds at all.

The River Wyld so calming, calling soft,

I stepped beyond soil's rudest, rotting cough.

I stepped beyond and freshly felt aloft

On stones with not a spot of moss to doff.

Cold waves lapped at my open, unshoed feet.

The River Wyld's bubbling words so sweet,

I knelt to them, their kindly splash to greet

And with this good and newfound friend to meet.

Too soon my time beside the flood did end.

A voice cried out "Oh child! Oh child!" to rend

The quiet into shreds. The noise to mend,

I stepped away from calling, calming bend.

It's not too hard to do what must be done.

The ground is hard. For skulls it softens none.

Then over it the ruby red does run

To dry beneath a dimmed and stifled sun.

In freshest bliss beside the River Wyld

All anger, fear, and hate unclean exiled

I knelt upon the mossless stone and smiled.

I stayed, and time uncountable I whiled.

Within the water, quiet reigns complete.

No squirrel, tern, nor creature small and fleet

Can pierce the River Wyld's silent sheet.

Just echoes now. My story thus does speak:

This child, this child,

My bones unstirred,

Did go down by the River Wyld.

Still no soul does, be squirrel or tern,

Leave these banks so dim and strange

As I sleep beneath the muddy waves.

(1 November 2024)

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Bones

I will be dead in the ground one day.

And still my bones will remember

— Even as they turn to dust,

Even if my headstone lies,

Even if the words from mouths still flesh spit masculine —

That I was Anomaly.

(24 July 2024)

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This is serious. We CANNOT let project 2025 happen. I dont think a lot of people really understand how horrible another Trump presidency would be.

KEEP TRUMP OUT OF OFFICE

STOP PROJECT 2025

THIS IS SO FUCKING IMPORTANT

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write your url by only using emojis

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Vote blue in November. Everything is riding on this. Value birth control? The Department of Education? The ACA? Do you want trans people to be allowed to exist in public? Do you think that maybe, just maybe, sex workers should not be jailed? Yeah?

This is not alarmism. This is not exaggeration. This is not hyperbole. This is all threatened by something called Project 2025, a game plan created by the right-wing think tank The Heritage Foundation, which has had a hand in American politics and supported the Republican nominee since Reagan. They have everything above and more in their sights, and they will act on what they want: a complete reshaping of the US government into something that benefits the loud, hateful, violent minority.

If you doubt it, check. It's 920 pages, but search within the document for whatever issue you value.

It is an easy choice. Vote blue.

Project 2025 PDF download

https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&source=web&rct=j&opi=89978449&url=https://static.project2025.org/2025_MandateForLeadership_FULL.pdf&ved=2ahUKEwidosj33YeHAxXAt4QIHcLuBOIQFnoECAQQAQ&usg=AOvVaw042gBFBPxlHMfj1pTzOvM7

Project 2025 website

https://www.project2025.org/

Policy section

https://www.project2025.org/policy/

The Heritage Foundation website

https://www.heritage.org/

BBC

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/c977njnvq2do

PBS

https://www.pbs.org/newshour/politics/conservatives-aim-to-restructure-u-s-government-and-replace-it-with-trumps-vision

USAToday

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2024/06/10/heritage-foundation-project-2025-explained/74042435007/

Associated Press

https://apnews.com/article/election-2024-conservatives-trump-heritage-857eb794e505f1c6710eb03fd5b58981

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It's so much fun to think "I might have a mental breakdown in the not-too-distant future" yet also feel bad because I mean, you're just really anxious right now. You're not going to have a breakdown! That's ridiculous! Don't mock people who really do feel that way. You're not that nerv

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Elizabethan Aziraphale and Crowley in the style of the 16th century miniaturist Nicholas Hilliard. Hilliard didn’t like chiascuro, or any sort of shadow really, which makes getting the resemblance quite hard. The lockets are genuine pieces I pulled from museum websites for mock-up only.

Aziraphale’s inscription: Si tabula daretur digna animum mallem. It translates to “if one could but paint his mind.”

Crowley’s inscription: Alget, qui non ardet. It translates to “he becomes cold who does not burn.”

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Regency Aziraphale and Crowley in the style of Ingres’s portrait drawings.

I remember copying Ingres at school was gruelling but equally rewarding. It usually involved hours at the Met drawing room with a magnifier. Each one of his lines is expressive, and every edge is finely controlled. An Ingres copy wouldn’t have the feel of the original at all if it’s not done this carefully with a SHAAARP pencil on very smooth paper. (Ironically, not Ingres paper...)

I took out the same magnifier and all the Ingres catalogues I could find at my place for this drawing too... The struggle is real (?)