Claire, late 20s, white cis lesbian. she/her | icon by @hedgemice on twitter | also known as surrealisttrees on twitter
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As , the United States, potentially heads into another forever war I can only think of this quote.
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‘you put that cig out, you can hold her’
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asking the worst person you know to help with con setup
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PHOENIX FAN FUSION 2025
I'm gonna be there! Jun 6-8th 2025. Booth A1405. You should come.
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Description: A dark illustration depicting a small side street at night or early morning. In the background we see the fading tops of small neighborhood buildings. In the foreground is a telephone pole, illuminated by a glowing phoenix sitting on the wires. Birb is birb.
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Noooooo they retconned Star Wars Jizz
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we as a society do not explore proxy sex enough………….
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fanfic writers what font do you write in
i know on ao3 it's all in verdana but when you're drafting the fic in word or docs or whatever
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Generations of locking the fuck in.
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greta was time's person of the year a few years ago. she was adored by all liberal world leaders and parties. and when she learnt about people's struggle under occupation and colonialism, she stood in solidarity with them . she now stands with palestine and armenia and kashmir and every oppressed person in the world. she could have been rich as fuck by simply remaining as a climate activist. yet she chose to do the right thing. i love her for her integrity.
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ZZZx 3
#star trek#oh theyre sleeping. briefly i thought they were all dying in a glue trap#<---prev im losing it
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"I won't fail. I swear it."
Hexcorized Jayce Talis
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ANTOINE KAREH "The Guardian Shadow" Couture 2026 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways
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On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.
Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.
Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.
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