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Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people

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Bitches love reblogging this post every Tuesday the 18th

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Destiny 2 Fan Lore: The only path

While we wait for the Final Shape Reveal, I ended up coming up with this little story about Saladin informing Caiatls war council about Ahsa. I probably could've had them also talk about their worries of trusting Ahsa herself, but maybe some other time. Hope you guys like it!

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You cannot always take the best path, sometimes you're left with the only path left.

“You can’t be serious.”, the cabal Empress’s voice boomed around the war table as Valus Forge informed her and the rest of her war council of the recent news from Ahsa. 

“Zavala assured me that Eris and Ikora will have it under their control,” Saladin's dry tone echoed in the room, making it clear he wasn’t that onboard with the idea either, “and that this was the only option left.”

Hushed whispers moved around the table, as each member discussed their disagreements with the plan. Caiatl turned her head over to Councilor Taurun and whispered into their ear, followed by the advisor stepping out of the room in a hurry.

Saladin spoke up, causing all of the whispers to stop and everyone turned their heads towards him, “the plan is to bargain with Immaru, offer him the chance to resurrect Savathûn, and in exchange we will work together to get through the portal.”

A loud snort was heard in the middle of the table, followed by silence as everyone waited for someone to speak. “And how do you know Savathûn will work with us without issue? Immaru will want to resurrect her, but what will happen after?” Ca’aurg’s voice broke the silence and put the pressure back on Saladin's shoulders.

“Zavala believes that we share a common enemy with the Witness, and that it's in everyone's best interest to work together.”

“Having a common enemy hasn’t stopped her before, has it?”, another cabal retorted. 

“We don’t need the aid of the Hive, we are Cabal! We can find our way through that portal on our own!” 

“Her trickery is not required!”

The war table, emptied by silence moments prior, was now filled to the brim with Cabal pride and boisterous chanting. Saladin stood, trying to think of a way to convince not only the war table, but also himself of Zavala’s plan. He heard a door open to his right and watched as Taurun returned, holding a plate that was covered by a white sheet. Taurun brought it up to the Empress who picked it up, and placed it on the table in front of her and demanded, “Silence.” 

The war table quieted once more, and all turned to the Empress. 

She placed her hand over the white sheet and lifted it off of the plate, revealing the remains of a dead ghost of the hive, surrounded in a glass container.

She placed the white sheet off to the side of the table and spoke, “Valus Forge, I want you to look at this shell, remember what the Hive have done to you, to us all, and tell me that this is the only choice left. That the only hope we have of surviving is with the help of the Witch Queen. That there are no other options.”

Saladin watched as everyone's head turned back to him and then looked at the shell. A reminder of just how much the Hive have done, and a warning of how much more they could do. But he also saw a promise, a chance to stop what was coming, ever so slim, but still present. 

“The Witness and its followers will stop at nothing to ensure their victory. They will cross any threshold, recruit any ally, and kill anything to bring about the Final Shape. And right now, that end feels inevitable. But even with that, here we are, still fighting, still claiming victories when we can. Those victories have required sacrifice, and we were forced to take risks to earn them. I know this risk is greater than anything like it before, but we cannot stop and wait for the Witness to give us a chance to strike back. We are Cabal, we seize the advantage, we crush our enemies, and we will not stop until the Witness is nothing more than a memory. And if it takes working with Savathûn to make that happen, then so be it. But I assure everyone at this table, that if she steps out of line, or plots against us, we will show her what happens when you lie to the Cabal.” Saladin stood, and waited to see what the response to his speech was. 

There was silence, as all of the Cabal obviously still shared a sense of nervousness about the situation. And then there was a clap, followed by another, and another, until the entire table reputed into a frenzy of clapping and chants, only this time, they chanted with hope. Hope that their gambit would pay off, and that the Final Shape has an idea would be an idea crushed beneath the boot heel of the Cabal.

As the chanting continued, the Empress marched over to Valus Forge and tried to speak to him over the crowd, “Impressive speech, but I’m still going to want to speak to the commander about this”. 

Saladin nodded, “I’ll let him know you want to schedule a meeting.” 

Caiatl returned the nod, before they both turned back the table, and watched as hope lifted the spirits of the one true Cabal. 

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The Clone Wars + Troubled Birds

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The three musketeers (+ Lando!) as text posts part 5

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Destiny 2 FanLore: A friend of a friend

I'm very surprised we didn't get any interactions between Sloane and Mithrax this season, especially since we first met them both on Titan! So I figured, "whelp, I guess I can try it on my own then". I think it's okay, the premise is neat, but I didn't write all that much about it. I hope you guys at least enjoy it!

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The friend of my friend is not my enemy 

Mithrax stood quietly in the hanger, watching over the space that Amanda Holliday once occupied. He imagined the sounds of gears being turned, welding being done, and the occasional swear when something went haywire. Now, all that replaced it was the sound of passing by ships, Niik who was tweaking her sparrow, and the distant voice of Saint-14 who was in a deep conversation with Osiris about recent revelations on Titan. 

Mithrax took a seat on the steps leading up to her work area and thought about all the people they saved together. They had been able to save both Eliksni and Human from the Shadow Legion together, but in the end, he was unable to save his friend. A cruel twist of fate, in what seemed to be a cruel world. 

Mithrax was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching as another figure paused and stood, watching over the same area Amanda once inhabited. Eventually however, the figure spoke, causing Mithrax to raise his head, “Mind if I sit here?”

He looked up, and saw Deputy Commander Sloane standing over him gesturing to the space on the stairs next to him. He nodded, and the Deputy sat. Mithrax could feel the darkness energy coming off of her, but his time rescuing civilians in the pyramids had made him used to the feeling. They both sat for a moment in contemplation. 

“How’d you know her?”, Sloane spoke up and looked towards Mithrax. 

He considered the question before turning back to her, “She and I would come to each other for advice, guidance, and when the time came, we rescued many in our time together. Even when it meant risking our own lives too.” 

Sloane nodded and gave the glimpse of a brief smile, “Well I guess she didn’t change much while I was gone. Back during the Red War, and some time after that, she and I came to each other often, looking for advice. Not just about logistics, but personal advice. Not to mention that whenever some supplies needed to be run, or if someone was in trouble, she would always be the first in the cockpit to go help them.” 

“That was just the type of person she was,” Mithrax replied, “someone always eager to help out someone in need, no matter the cost.”

Sloane smiled before standing up, “At very least, there seems to be more people like that everyday.” She turned and raised a hand to Mithrax, “To a better tomorrow, for those we’ve lost.”

Mithrax stood and took her hand in a firm shake, “To a better tomorrow.” 

Sloane began walking off, before turning, “Oh, and I know this is long overdue, but thanks for giving us that reactor on Titan.”

Mitharx slightly laughed through his mandibles, “As long as it helped a friend, it was worth it.”

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Good Morning Captain!

Eh, instead of posting anything that I made recently, here's another older project. I am considering picking this one back up though.

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A deafening silence echoes throughout the gulf of space as light from distant stars danced around planets and moons large and small. In that silence and dance of light, a single ship the size of several continents moved through it. Dark and defiant, it moved through space, searching for a place the people within it could call home. 

Then, lights from within the ship turn on causing parts of the ship to glow a light blue, revealing the large carrier in the middle of space. Its eight engines roar, pushing an elongated but still fairly wide round body and a sharp and pointed head like a snake slithering through space. The light blue from within the ship lights up the edges of the light gray hull. The ship is preparing to start another 24 hour cycle, as the eyes of the snake lift up to reveal the bridge of the ship. 

Near the bridge, the lights slowly turn on in the captain's quarters except instead of being a relaxing light blue, it's a commanding and dominant fiery orange. A positive jingle plays to wake up the room's occupant and yet nothing happens. The jingle plays a second time, and when there is still no response, a medium sized white and blue colored sideways oval picks itself up from a nearby table. Its artificial eyes and mouth appear on a black screen near one of the ovals ends as it floats towards the bed.

The machine smiles as it approaches the bed. it spoke in a bright and cheery voice, “Good Morning Captain! It's time to begin another wonderful day aboard the Terra! I have all the morning news set up for you, but first would you like your word of the day?” 

The cherry A.I. spoke to the tired captain and after a long groan he responded, “Please do Matey. Oh and for the news, give me the civilian news first, space faring second.”. The captain leaned up and stretched his back before moving over to the side of the bed to put on his slippers and drink what was left of his water.

“The word today is: Light-year- A unit of length in astronomy equal to the distance…”, the A.I. continued on with its definition as the captain walked over to his dresser and put on his uniform made of nylon and teflon. The shirt was teal blue with gold accessories around the neck and the ends of the long sleeves, and 3 orange badges on the left side of his chest, meant to represent the highest rank on the ship. The shirt was tucked into a pair of dark blue paints and secured with a black belt. Next came his black uniform shoes and black gloves. Finally came his captain's hat with the insignia of the planet Earth and her moon and the words “Humanity’s Stride” written around it. 

The captain looked at the strange balls on the front and wondered what it must have been like to live there. He had been born on the ship he now commanded, as have at least 5 generations of captains before him. He had only heard stories, and now he had to find a replacement for something that was supposed to be so magnificent? How could he ever accomplish such a task?

“Altighty, are you ready for the news?”, the captain turned to the electronic face and nodded. “Splendid! Firstly, the Terra saw 3 new visitors born last night, two females and one male. Their names are Elizabeth, Shyiah, and Jacob! Would you like me to send a message congratulating the parents?”. 

The captain began walking towards the door as the A.I. followed, “I would like to actually congratulate them myself, but that can happen later, what's next?”.

“Well in general, the Terra is in great condition. The cloning facilities for livestock are still supplying plenty of food, while the water generator and oxygen filter are running steady. Supplies are stable, although we may want to park by the next star we run into to recharge our solar batteries. The closest star is 21 light-years away, unfortunately it doesn't contain any Earth-like planets.”, The A.I. 's tone drifted lower as it mentioned the lack of another hospitable planet. 

“That’s… fine, we can stay there for a while. It’ll give us a chance to examine our options on where to go next.”, the captain stated this with dismay, as he turned a corner which led him down a narrow hallway leading to the bridge. The walls of the hallway were decorated with artifacts from Earth, a painting of a woman, another of night illuminated by stars, and many other paintings and other old treasures from times past.

Closer to the end of the hallway were instead photos of the previous captains of the Tera. Captain Williams the first navigator, Captain Waya the organizer, Captain Sarah the beloved, and finally Captain Richard, the one that came before him. His title was not decided yet, but the captain knew his accomplishments well. Captain Richard was able to take the ship and increase the productivity of it like never before! The ship had never run as effectively as it had under Richard, and somehow, his replacement had to find a way to be just as good as he was. He had to find a way to be just as good as his predecessor. 

“Finally, the Terra’s crew is generally happy! When asked about your leadership 95% of passengers said they were satisfied with you in command! The remaining 5% had some complaints however.”. 

The Captain stopped and looked at Captain Richards' photo before giving a small sigh, “What are the complaints about?”

“Those within the 5% had mentioned increased levels of feelings of depression. When asked what they think could be causing it, none of them could give a single answer. They all revolved around feeling stressed.”

“I see…”, The captain drifted off as he continued staring at the photo of his predecessor. He had only been captain for 10 years, and it seems as if he already made so many mistakes. This increase in ill-feelings was a problem from one of those mistakes, whatever mistake that could be. “I don’t blame anybody for being stressed, especially when all of our society rests on our shoulders. Send the data over to Doctor Maya please, have her take a look and then get back to me with proposed solutions. I want to know what's causing this and why, and how we can help those that need it.”

Matey responded in its gleeful tone, “Already on it!”

The pair continued walking to the bridge and upon arriving, he turned to Matey and addressed the news Matey had been holding back, “You haven’t told me about the space faring news yet, which tells me it’s nothing good.”

“Well…”, The A.I. began trying to relay the news as kindly as possible, “With the failure of TOI 700 d, we’re now at least 100 light-years away from any other planet that is at least similar to what records and data of what Earth was like.”. 

The captain looked down and turned towards the reinforced glass to look upon the vast gulf of stars and empty space in between. “What was Earth like?”, he meant to ask just himself but the A.I. managed to hear him.

“Earth from our records is the origin of humanity. It orbited around the star Sol, and its moon named Luna. It consisted of several biomes, both hot and cold, as well as millions of species on the planet. Humanity built great cities, villages, and other creations. However, Earth had to be abandoned for reasons that are highly classified. It says the files can only be opened when humanity finds a new home planet.”. The A.I. finished its lecture and waited for the captain to respond. 

The captain stood in though for a while. He not only had to find a planet suitable for life, but in order for it to compare to Earth it needed millions of species, vast biomes and all the while he doesn’t even know why humanity left it? The weight burdened him. How could he find another Earth, how could anyone? He turned back to the A.I. thinking of what to say. He decided to end on a positive note. 

“Thank you for that description. Now let's see about our crew surviving another day.”

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A conversation about Squirrels

About two semesters ago, my friend and I had this continuous running joke about how he never saw any squirrels on our college campus, but I had. So I wrote down how this little running gag started in a short story. Person A is me, person B is my friend. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Person A: “So the weirdest thing happened to me today.”

Person B: “What, you got rid of your eye bags?”

A: “You can see my face, you know I still have eye bags.”

B: “I know, I just wanted to remind you that you still gotem.”

A: “Anyway, so I was walking to the cafeteria today and on my way I heard this sound, like a bird.”

B: “Makes sense, there are a lot of birds on campus.”

A: “Except it wasn’t a bird. Cause when I looked up I saw a squirrel hanging on the side of a tree. It eventually opened its mouth and made that noise. I found it kinda weird.”

B: “There are no squirrels on campus.”

A: “What?”

B: “I’ve never seen a squirrel on campus.”

A: “Okay but just because you haven’t seen something doesn’t mean it's not real.”

B: “I’m not saying squirrels are not real, just that they're not on campus.”

A: “I could literally take a photo and prove you wrong.”

B: “Well, do you have a photo?”

A: “... No.”

B: “Exactly cause there are no squirrels on campus. There are plenty of deer though.”

A: “You're gonna tell me you’ve seen DEER on campus but you’ve never seen a squirrel?”

B: “Yep. Hey, maybe the deer kept eating the squirrels so they stopped showing up.”

A: “Deer's don’t eat squirrels.”

B: “Yeah they do, look it up.”

A: “Okay, well assuming they did, it wouldn’t be enough to drive all of the squirrels off.”

B: “Then how come I never see any squirrels?”

A: “Because…”

B: “Exactly.”

A: “No, I just can’t think of how to tell you you're wrong.”

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Destiny 2 FanLore: Saintly Sin's

I should preface that I wrote this way back in August of 2022. It takes place shortly after we prevented Calus from taking control of the Lunar pyramid but before Eramis gets thawed out. I tried to write it like the lore you typically see on a gun, and make it seem as if it could be canon. I hope you guys like it!

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The past haunts those that let it

The derelict Leviathan’s Castellum was erupting with gunshots and fury between the warring guardians and the defending cabal and scorn. Saint-14 ducked and reloaded his Perfect Paradox behind a tree towards the entrance of the Pleasure Gardens. 

“Saint…”

He didn’t want to come here. Calus had already been dealt with and all that was left were the waning Nightmares. But a call for backup could not be ignored. Not by the Saint. 

“Saint..”

He heard the voices all around him. He did his best to ignore them as he threw his shield towards an advancing chieftain. He then manifested his ward of dawn, giving his allies some space to breathe. 

“Saint…”

Just ignore them. Just ignore them. He kept telling himself that as he stepped out of the bubble and tossed a suppression grenade towards an Abomination. A warlock then blinked above it and sent a nova bomb onto its head. Afterwards, Eris came over the comms informing the Fireteam of an approaching Nightmare. The bubble dissipated and Saint began to summon his shield once more as he prepared too-

“SAINT!”

He turned towards the hallway leading down into the Pleasure Gardens, to see a hoard of Nightmares, all staring at him. Faces of those he failed to save during the dark age. Those that died when he tried to establish a colony of Mercury. Those he lost at Six Fronts. Eliksni he couldn’t save during the vex invasion. And leading them all, the one he didn’t want to see turn against him: Osiris. 

“Why didn’t you save us?”. Begged one of the Nightmares

“You could’ve stopped the Vex and Fallen!” cried another.

“The Saint was not strong enough to save his friends.” One of the Nightmarish Eliksni mocked. 

“How couldn’t you tell that it wasn’t me?”, the nightmare of Osiris asked. 

Saint-14 stood in quiet fear. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond. How to tell those he failed how sorry he was. He-

“SAINT! LOOK OUT!”. Saint turned around just in time to see the giant cabal aiming his gun at him. Saint-14 was about to step out of the way when–

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Geppetto resurrected Saint-14 just in time for him to see the body of the same cabal crumble in fire. Behind the beast emerged the Young Wolf wielding the scythe and Mithrax with his wire rifle. 

“Are you alright?” Mitharx asked with concern. Saint-14 turned around to see the hallway now empty. No nightmares to haunt him.

“I think so.” Saint responded. A simple lie to assure his friends. One Mithrax didn’t buy.

Mithrax placed his upper right hand on Saint’s shoulder, “perhaps it's time we leave, the other guardians can handle the rest of the Nightmares.”

Saint-14 looked to the Young Wolf, who gave him a reassuring nod. “Very well”. 

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Andor + text posts, because the tag is moving so slowly I’ve resorted to making my own content.

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ANDOR episode 12 + tumblr/reddit comments

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Shout out to that one Eliksni smoking a joint in the Ether Tank.

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Got room for one more Twitter survivor?