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I let the stream run over me,

It washes away the dirt and grime.

I let the earth hold me,

Laying on a bed of brush and pine.

I let the sun cover me,

Warming my skin and kissing my eyes.

I let your presence within me,

I let your guidance pull me,

I let my faith lead me,

And I am never lost,

I never hunger,

I never thirst,

My lungs require no air.

You are my one, and only grace.

Please, I am ready to serve you.

I am ready to bare my soul and prove my worth.

Let me be your tool.

[swearingintengwar]

I let the stream run over me,

It washes away the dirt and grime.

I let the earth hold me,

Laying on a bed of brush and pine.

I let the sun cover me,

Warming my skin and kissing my eyes.

I let your presence within me,

I let your guidance pull me,

I let my faith lead me,

And I am never lost,

I never hunger,

I never thirst,

My lungs require no air.

You are my one, and only grace.

Please, I am ready to serve you.

I am ready to bare my soul and prove my worth.

Let me be your tool.

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I don’t remember how long I’ve been out here. Weeks? Months? A whole year could have passed without my knowing. Days blurred together in a monotonous search. For a while, I thought I had lost my mind. Maybe the wolf had always been a figment of a mentally ill mind, forcing my need to wander into the woods and search for nothing.

But then I had a dream. Finally, I saw them. I was so scared I had been insane, or that the wolf had finally abandoned me. That I wasn’t even good enough for the one being I felt worthy of the title ‘God’.

But they are back, they are guiding me again. Let me tell you about them, share their glory with you. How they guide me, and make me feel safe again.

The dream was scary, at first. The same white walled maze I was in before. This time, it was worse. The walls had deep gouges of scratches, and I could see dirt and blood underneath my cracked fingernails. I threw myself forward into it, I knew my duty - to search. If I were to have canine blood in me same as the wolf; my form would be that of the bloodhound. While I may not have the true glory of them, I feel I have the watered down remnants of what could have been the wolf. It’s why I feel so connected to them. To be their right hand, to put forward their will on the world instead of my own - it is my duty.

I never slowed down, I ran and ran. Each turn I felt more lost, dizzy, disoriented - and then I saw it again.

Ashes, floating midair. Some still seemed to glow with what were the tail end of embers, only to immediately fizzle out. I followed the ashes as loyally as the first time. As I did, my surroundings began to change. Overgrowth consumed all - the walls, the floor, the ceiling. I did not even realize until my foot snagged on a root, and I found myself with a mouth full of leaves.

Determined, I stood. The white walls melted away, breaking down into trees and flora. Before I knew it, I was no longer in a building, the world was no longer suffocating. I could breathe again, and I felt so, so happy.

My joy turned into utter elation when I saw them, the beautiful wolf only meters away. Horns sprouted from its furry head, like the rack of a proud stag. Its paws formed into hoofs, yet it’s face remained the wolf. They said nothing, but I could feel their call.

The wolf has not forgotten me.

I

Am

Not

Alone.

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(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

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offered to let Minecraft Steve couch surf and this motherfucker is strip mining redstone in my pantry

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DIRECT ACTION

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Hello fellow disabled people of tumblr. I know that 2010s-2020s culture has turned against the notion of asking to speak to a manager. I know that “can I speak to a manager” is the mark of the beast.

And yet. If someone at the front desk is telling you they can’t unlock the elevator. If you get a ticket for parking in a handicapped spot when you have the dmv card. If the door to the big stall won’t close and you’re telling the front desk about it for the third time in as many weeks. If the bus driver won’t give you time to put on your breaks and secure your wheelchair

Ask to speak to their supervisor. Mention he ADA. Drop a reference to “my lawyer.” Make a nuisance of yourself. You have to get used to taking up more space, and that doesn’t just mean physical space. You have rights. You deserve access. You don’t have to just take it to be polite.

You’re allowed to ask to speak to the manager.

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Breaking news from the Cat News Network!!

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Nobody expects the Tansy inquisition

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Pangur seemed happy to see me!

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FAERIE LINGUISTICS GUYS

FAERIE LINGUISTICS!!!!! (Hello writer moots 😳)

So a backbone of pragmatics (the linguistic field of studying language meaning in context) is 4 rules, called Grice's Maxims.

1. Quality: provide information that's true or that you believe to be true.

2. Quantity: Provide enough, but not too much, information.

3. Relation: be relevant.

4. Manner: be orderly, be clear. No ambiguity or obscurity.

Humans are able to violate any of the maxims, but we assume they don't in order to clearly and effectively communicate. And usually people don't violate them on purpose. So usually human trickery is lies. Faeries on the other hand, CANT LIE. they can't violate the maxim of quality. That means if they want to conceal information they rely entirely on violation of quantity, manner, and relation, which is how faeries can lie without saying anything false. People assume these maxims when they aren't true!!

Makes me wonder about faerie pragmatics... Do faeries assume these maxims? If they don't, it makes sense why faeries can trick humans so easily but not other fae.

Also why do we always assume in our writing that fae speak human language lmao

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love seeing thjs pic so bad i just keep thinking theyre going off to war.