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and was marie antoinette effectively utilizing coquette dollette hyper feminine toxic femininity lana del rey old money ceramic baby fawn sad girl girlhood girlblogger girlboss power when she secretly conspired with foreign countries to kill scores of her own citizens in an attempt to restore the absolute monarchy and the regime that had rendered millions starving poor oppressed colonized enslaved and murdered

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Transit themed Valentine cards

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every year i'm like "new year's resolution: just stop being mentally ill!" like it's going to work. but guys i really do think it's going to work this year

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there it is, again

that funny feeling

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Your New Year’s resolution is to be my friend

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happy 10,000th year of jod’s reign 🎉

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Thursday the 2

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new year new mountain goats

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January 1, 2011

January 1, 2012

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I made it through this year and it didn’t kill me!

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SEMIFINALS: Queer Adult SFF Books Bracket

Book summaries and submitted endorsements below:

This Is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Among the ashes of a dying world, an agent of the Commandant finds a letter. It reads: Burn before reading. Thus begins an unlikely correspondence between two rival agents hellbent on securing the best possible future for their warring factions. Now, what began as a taunt, a battlefield boast, grows into something more. Something epic. Something romantic. Something that could change the past and the future.

Except the discovery of their bond would mean death for each of them. There's still a war going on, after all. And someone has to win that war.

Science fiction, time travel, multiverse, epistolary, adult

The Locked Tomb series (Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, Nona the Ninth, and others) by Tamsyn Muir

Endorsement from submitter #1: "An extremely fun, humorous romp! A heart-breaking, soul crushing catharsis inducing tragedy! A thoughtful piece on imperial structures and trauma. On queerness, Muir flawlessly and without announcement, cracks gender open like an egg and spills its disproven guts across the page. The Locked Tomb does it all also bones, bitch."

Endorsement from submitter #2: "Lesbian necromancers in space. So many fascinating, sort of fucked up sapphic relationships going on."

The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.

Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead bullshit.

Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier.

Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die. Of course, some things are better left dead.

Fantasy, science fiction, horror, mystery, humor, series, adult

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i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

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So whenever I get bored and have free time, I like to work on stilly programming projects. One I started a while back but didn’t get very far in is learning Fortran. The resources online for learning it are so funny. One goes through things so quickly that it’s clearly meant for someone who already knows another language, but it’s written as though everything is an entirely new concept. Another that I found includes information on pointers, dynamic arrays, and structs before it touches input and output. This is like trying to get a toddler to run before they crawl, you are never going to get information out of your code if you don’t use outputs. I don’t have a point here because I highly doubt anyone is taking up Fortran as a first coding language anymore, I just thought it was interesting.