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Very appropriate rn

Tumblr advertising is such a mysterious thing. Why am I getting what appears to be greek telling me to go vote in the upcoming elections..?

I mean yes people, go vote in the European elections I beg you, but why does it think I speak greek

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──── 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 · ˚ ༘ *

( in no particular order, do look up tws just in case )

currently reading ⋆ once upon a broken heart by stephanie garber (started 04/03/24)

books ⋆ the hunger games trilogy by suzanne collins, his dark materials trilogy by phillip pullman, the folk of the air series by holly black, the secret history by donna tartt, the atlas six by olivie blake, alone with you in the ether by olivie blake

writerblr wips ⋆ bloodless heir by @bloodlessheirbyjacques, cursed bodies by @ashfordlabs, ghost notes by @phantomnations, the great glavenisean theater by @pinespittinink, phei of the wind by @zeenimf

webtoons/manhwas ⋆ the remarried empress, under the oak tree, the villainess needs a tyrant, i have become the hero's rival

tv series ⋆ his dark materials, alchemy of souls, anne with an e, black mirror, alice in borderland, the haunting of hill house, quicksand, biohackers, the queen's gambit, queen charlotte

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the idea that restrooms, locker rooms, etc need to be single-sex spaces in order for women to be safe is patriarchy's way of signalling to men & boys that society doesn't expect them to behave themselves around women. it is directly antifeminist. it would be antifeminist even if trans people did not exist. a feminist society would demand that women should be safe in all spaces even when there are men there.

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your poetry is like mist turned crimson by early dawn, and it hovers over the spine

a spectre under the morning, an ordinary piece of the divine

(I love it every time)

o.o

That's so sweet of you to say and so nicely written as well <333 I will keep posting my little poems~

Thank you xx

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Majora’s Mask Tribute parts 1-3 by Léo Chérel

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for several weeks now this tweet has been causing wars on twitter

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So I was writing a small paper in Microsoft Word and the program suddenly crashed (I saved a couple minutes before, thank god) and I get this message in the corner of my screen two seconds afterward

what the fuck

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PONYO • 崖の上のポニョ (2008) dir. Hayao Miyazaki

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my other poems and short stories

transcript :

さらに読む

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I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.

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I suppose I've got to put all those coding classes to use and code my own website because those sites are too expensive for something I can do myself

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STARPATH SNIPPET | THE ROOT OF YGGDRASIL

Transcript and Taglist beneath the cut~

Rasmus, Brim and Capella are led deeper into the club, manoeuvring past dancing humans whose eyes glow a neon pink, fire dust bursting from their noses. Brim pulls up his scarf as he pushes through.

“They are expecting you,” the guide says in a whisper. He opens a door made from lacquered oak; a door Brim could swear wasn’t there moments ago. Capella shoots Brim a concerned glance, but when another client sneezes his infected fire dust their way they hurry in.

The room they find themselves in is circular and not more than a few metres wide. Dark blue curtains hang from the walls, and as they let their gaze rise upwards the curtains blend into a dark sky where a hundred stars decorate an invisible dome. They appear to be grouped into twelve signs, though Brim has never seen these specific signs before. This cluelessness must be plastered on his face, for a voice coming from the centre of the room speaks.

“For an antiques expert, you are unknowledgeable about many things, traveller.”

Someone sits bent over a tree stump in the centre of the room. They’re wearing a dark blue cloak, a hood hiding their face. Brim takes a step towards them, hoping to catch a glimpse from under their hood, but he can see nothing. A shiver rushes through his body when he realises that that is all there is underneath the hood: nothing.

“How do you know about his work?” Capella asks, who joins up next to Brim, her hand feeling for the blaster hidden underneath her jacket.

“I know everything about all things inside this room,” they say. Their voice is soft and gentle, though the way it echoes off the curtains makes it loud and imposing.

“And since this Ashen root is one of Yggdrasil’s own,” they say while laying hands draped in shadows on the trunk, “I know everything there is to know.”

Before Capella can open her mouth again Brim grabs her shoulder, shoving her behind him.

“Are you one of those cultists?” he says. “We’re not interested in that.”

The figure continues, unbothered by Brim’s disinterest. They bring their hands to the centre of the stump, reaching into the wood to produce a pack of cards. The coating on the card is translucent, turning the white light of the stars above into a shimmering rainbow. The drawn card depicts a man sitting on a throne as he holds a golden sceptre.

“Cards?” Brim asks.

The figure nods. They trace the edge of the card with their fingers, the shadows draping over their hand dissolving into dust as they land on the paper.

Rasmus jumps off Brim’s shoulders and onto the stump. He looks at the hooded figure before taking two steps towards the pack of cards, carefully testing whether his paws can stand on the wood. He sniffs at the cards and jumps moments later, hissing.

“Brim,” Capella whispers in Brim’s ears, “Do you think they’re. . ?”

“I’m afraid so,” adds Brim.

-x-

Taglist for Starpath

@holyatlas @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @ink-fireplace-coffee @chayscribbles @writeouswriter @waysofink @houndmouthed

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STARPATH SNIPPET | THE ROOT OF YGGDRASIL

Transcript and Taglist beneath the cut~

Rasmus, Brim and Capella are led deeper into the club, manoeuvring past dancing humans whose eyes glow a neon pink, fire dust bursting from their noses. Brim pulls up his scarf as he pushes through.

“They are expecting you,” the guide says in a whisper. He opens a door made from lacquered oak; a door Brim could swear wasn’t there moments ago. Capella shoots Brim a concerned glance, but when another client sneezes his infected fire dust their way they hurry in.

The room they find themselves in is circular and not more than a few metres wide. Dark blue curtains hang from the walls, and as they let their gaze rise upwards the curtains blend into a dark sky where a hundred stars decorate an invisible dome. They appear to be grouped into twelve signs, though Brim has never seen these specific signs before. This cluelessness must be plastered on his face, for a voice coming from the centre of the room speaks.

“For an antiques expert, you are unknowledgeable about many things, traveller.”

Someone sits bent over a tree stump in the centre of the room. They’re wearing a dark blue cloak, a hood hiding their face. Brim takes a step towards them, hoping to catch a glimpse from under their hood, but he can see nothing. A shiver rushes through his body when he realises that that is all there is underneath the hood: nothing.

“How do you know about his work?” Capella asks, who joins up next to Brim, her hand feeling for the blaster hidden underneath her jacket.

“I know everything about all things inside this room,” they say. Their voice is soft and gentle, though the way it echoes off the curtains makes it loud and imposing.

“And since this Ashen root is one of Yggdrasil’s own,” they say while laying hands draped in shadows on the trunk, “I know everything there is to know.”

Before Capella can open her mouth again Brim grabs her shoulder, shoving her behind him.

“Are you one of those cultists?” he says. “We’re not interested in that.”

The figure continues, unbothered by Brim’s disinterest. They bring their hands to the centre of the stump, reaching into the wood to produce a pack of cards. The coating on the card is translucent, turning the white light of the stars above into a shimmering rainbow. The drawn card depicts a man sitting on a throne as he holds a golden sceptre.

“Cards?” Brim asks.

The figure nods. They trace the edge of the card with their fingers, the shadows draping over their hand dissolving into dust as they land on the paper.

Rasmus jumps off Brim’s shoulders and onto the stump. He looks at the hooded figure before taking two steps towards the pack of cards, carefully testing whether his paws can stand on the wood. He sniffs at the cards and jumps moments later, hissing.

“Brim,” Capella whispers in Brim’s ears, “Do you think they’re. . ?”

“I’m afraid so,” adds Brim.

-x-

Taglist for Starpath

@holyatlas @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @ink-fireplace-coffee @chayscribbles @writeouswriter @waysofink @houndmouthed

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To sleep or not to sleep and spend all night researching lyres and harps