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Forgor that Tumblr existed for a bit
Returned to engage in hornyisms
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im tired of containing my awooposting into a social media platform that has 3 people max active at a time its going to start leaking over into discord and tumbler now
#yeah this is about mastodon. if you know her#all i use it for is posting AWOOOOOOOOOOO when i need to post awoo. yknow?
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So, I just finished reading The Mercy of Gods last night.
The latest novel by the authorial duo who co-write under the James S.A. Corey, the novel follows a band of variously dysfunctional researchers who - at the apex of their respective careers - are captured and brought into captivity by alien slavemasters. The novel is *great* at capturing the feelings of alienation and dread that the characters feel while they're dragged off to serve as a gear in the great Carryx empire.
The scope and tone of the story is a large departure from the duo's previous work with "The Expanse," though the trademark flair that the two authors bring to cataloguing the human experience of destitution and misery is absolutely on point. While there are a few hope spots sprinkled throughout the book, those are always positioned against the brutal reality that the cast find themselves thrown into.
The aliens, much more present than they ever were in "The Expanse", still feel incredibly alien to behold in comparison to the humans. Their mentality is interesting to probe - it doesn't seem like the sort of mentality that would eventually lead to a spacefaring species, leading one to wonder how they exactly reached their level of galactic imperial might. This will, hopefully, be further expanded upon by the next two books in the trilogy.
Without getting into spoiler territory, I absolutely loved the book and the only part that genuinely upset me was bingeing it last night and finally hitting the final page. The book ends right as things start getting interesting, but I suppose they do need to ship the middle novel of the trilogy somehow. :p
If you're a fan of "The Expanse" or of science fiction in general, I highly recommend the work. It's much less hard scifi than the last book, but this is understandable in that the humans are held captive by aliens many times their ken.
Go read it! :3
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its yellow but the sat/lum i understand people would think green.
i knew it was yellow because of how "brown" works, brown just being orange with the right context [of sat/lum]
i'd call this like a chartreuse yellow, very very much about to tip into "true" green
anyways heres proof, turned up and original for comparison xD
this is so important what color is this
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but i did see
in shade i lay, fearful, proud
great beasts walk astride me
they fail to notice, fail to care
with one foot, two feet, stamping along
noisy. a threat, or are they prey?
my fangs grow weary.
my claws and tendrils of the dark
i wait. i lunge.
it's all darkness thereafter
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I've been making weird little tunes lately and I'm so fucking EXCITED
However
The track I'm making rn sounds like a Minecraft custom biome track fhdjdkskdkkdd
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Hi I forgot to start my "do a poem every day" thing for December because a CUTE GIRL was here but it's okay! Writers are never on time so HA
The point of this is mostly to write more poetry without worrying too much about the quality. So. Awoo.
I present the LATE START to...
Perchance, Perhaps - Oftcember
#3 - Majesty Forgotten
Late last night, the forest wept frozen droplets of wispy regret
The event was quiet and attended by few save for lions, bears, maybe a shrew
A haphazard parade around a visionary corpse forgotten by those whose pavement he'd pound
All scurried and stalked 'till the spirit departed the home it had curried
Late last night, the forest wept frozen droplets of wispy regret
And come the morn the scornful sun would witness where a seed were born
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REMEMBER
Everything is better with boobs.
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I see you, too, at the end of the hall
Cheeks stained with the broken promises of yesteryear
Lips cracked from a lifetime of forced smiles
The exaggerated swagger of misery flows from each strut of your hips
You wear that pain so very well
The jagged edges slice clean any offending digits
One wonders if you could stand a single ounce of grace
Or if you'd nip the bud 'fore they could see a smile besmirch your face
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You FOOL
You have released THE OCTOPUS - GAIDEN EDITION!
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i am dead for unrelated reasons
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bread quest
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brkfst
sumatra dark roast w/ salted foam and maple syrup, whatever that spinach bread thing is with veg curry (๑´•.̫ • `๑)
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rate my bwattle stashun
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i literally don't have other sex-having bisexual friends and I'm over here like
i wished I could commiserate with someone aboot like, feeling confident in your looks when it comes to men
but having almost no experience with other women, it's like I am a toad and no girls would spare me the though :')
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